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ava online - wrist fever lyrics

[verse 1]
haters down bad and broke eating boots like charlie chaplin
yeah you talk a big game but you hardly mackin’
it’s miss “run a b+tch down in my harley jacket”
see my face and i bet you start heart attacking
i had to hit your lil’ shorty for some cardio
she fell for some good d+ck and wisconsin flows
told her “slide” ’cause i needed some sloppy throat
she’ll be here in 30 or less like dominos
d+mn, i hit it from the back and did the rocky pose
rappers down bad mad as f+ck and b+tch i’m feelin’ like the ruler
i’mma make his hip hop when i rock ‘n roll
leave a emcee lookin’ like sloppy joes
nah, i could never beef with no twitch streamers
podcasters, doordashers, or they clique neither
most the sh+t that you got is just spring cleaning
had to hit the hospital, b+tch, i got wrist fever

[verse 2]
yeah, this that wrist talkin’
please quit rapping and get a job ’cause that sh+t awful
meanwhile i stay lit cause my spit awesome
and i stay snapchattin’ d+cks to your b+tch often
she be like “i don’t know if i’mma fit on it”
i hit her back, “take a hint, baby, spit on it”
and then i turn the music up while she sit on it
and when she passed out i had to do the dip on it (sorry baby)
sh+t, where the f+ck am i?
100 milligrams to the face got me mad high
sh+t, any rapper step to me he get a black eye
and he get his outfit read like the fab 5
yeah, that’s queer eye for the straight rapper
it’s a lot of fake gay cosplayin’ trappers
i keep it real on the beat and it ain’t mastered
shut the f+ck up so i can finish this tape faster
[verse 3]
straight boys get a car and think they ryan gosling
and they mad as f+ck cause they b+tch look like kate gosselin
if it ain’t loud through the bag, then i ain’t coppin’
if the beat ain’t blowing out my speakers, i ain’t droppin’
i could never step in your gay moshpit
fake punk rappers step to me i get hatemoshin’
whole scene full of rapists and hair rock
that’s why these f+ggots follow me around like they gangstalkers
yeah, i got mad daughters
i’m just chillin’ out and watching the swag prosper
’cause it ain’t no competition, baby, rap harder
ava steady making fl!cks but i’m a rap artist
p+ssy
this the twink raider
sipping lagavulin coolin wit a twink chaser
tell the brodie get some haze and some spliff papers
so we can get dazed and confused when we link later
check the wrist baby

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