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aneurgasm - mute lyrics

my flow’s so sickly, all these doctors gotta hate me
they ask me how much intake, i say
pour up on the daily
they say, “what’s on the news?”
hitting high notes like that swae lee
pop out, come on over, we got jack and that baileys
oh, you don’t like that? tell me something new
i wanna see it
the drums fading out, you can probably barely hear them
me and the gang roll in the dark, so i gotta steer ’em
they see artist after dark and they wanna be them

more than 33 bars, gotta call me pippen
ducking under covers
don’t know how those bullets missed him
pulp fiction
most of these bozos don’t know fact from fiction
and then they like me online, but in person, they be tripping
i’m dipping
“my chains always glisten”
you’re lying
go back to washing dishes in the kitchen, okay?
i’ma pop out with my homies, make your feet do ole
and when you catch me spinning, turn your sh+t to guacamole
keep on f+cking with me
keep on, keep on f+cking with me (okay?)
keep on f+cking with me (okay?)
keep on f+cking with me
keep on f+cking with me
keep on, keep on f+cking with me (okay?)
keep on f+cking with me (okay?)
keep on f+cking with me
keep on f+cking with me (okay?)
keep on f+cking with me (okay?)

they be talking too much, so we put ’em on mute
they be talking too much, so we put ’em on mute
they be talking too much, so we put ’em on mute
they be talking too much, so we put ’em on mute

put ’em on mute
yeah, we put ’em on mute
we ain’t talking about you
it ain’t none of your business
in fact, who are you?
ain’t n0body got a clue
got me rhyming dr. seuss
see me carry, need masseuse

look at me like i’m crazy
my thoughts are getting hazy
i started conversating
with walls, i think i’m phasing
they say i’m moving crazy
something’s been off so lately
they’re gonna patrick bateman me
or try to sedate me
i done carry all these b+tches
about time i get some paper
little trees growing, make her shake it for some shake, bruh
she be salty ’bout it
gotta’ drink a little extra
pull up, walking, talking billie eilish on my dexterity
fits is clean, you know what i mean
color green, my favorite
it stands for two things
that’s money and life
don’t put up a fight
i got my little homie
put you out like a light
keep on f+cking with me
keep on, keep on f+cking with me (okay?)
keep on f+cking with me (okay?)
keep on f+cking with me
keep on f+cking with me
keep on, keep on f+cking with me (okay?)
keep on f+cking with me (okay?)
keep on f+cking with me

- aneurgasm lyrics

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