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beamon – 3000 iphones lyrics

[verse 1]
fog crawls in my room and then i rise and i left
and you said who your favorite rapper is, i can’t mess with that
just picture me rolling i’m flipping up pigeons alonzo in training day, trench coat
like blade
please tell me what’s wrong with these lames
b-tch do not send me your song i am sleep
yes i feel hate everywhere you feel love
hair long as the list of the artists i hate
you love everything i’m the mud and the rain
i’m the sky when it cry just to f-ck up your day, b-tch

[hook]
snowfall on my body, i’m stacking bodies, kenpachi
boy i swear i am so sorry but k!lling became my hobby
young dylan swinging vicious your kidneys stuck on my blade
b-tch i’m walking round like winter i’m freezing up everything, clutch
snowfall on my body, i’m stacking bodies, kenpachi
boy i swear i am so sorry but k!lling became my hobby
young dylan swinging vicious your kidneys stuck on my blade
b-tch i’m walking round like winter i’m freezing up everything, clutch

[bridge]
music you listen to that’s just hilarity
step a little close, b-tch i give you some clarity
soul full of skulls and my eyes full of hate
nail my ears closed i ignore what you say, b-tch

[hook]
snowfall on my body, frozen pond i’m fena die
i’m in a haunted house now come meet the young shadow god
b-tch i got 3000 iphones drowning in the swamps
b-tch you probably gone hear me shreaking whenever you wanna call me

[final bridge]
look what you did, look what you did
bones shatter in my skin
i just looked all over, i got blood falling on my wrist
i got blood falling on my wrist
hair ties around my wrist got me feeling like a b-tch

[final beamon]
every day waiting for winter, b-tch soon as you get out my dreams
ima k!ll you
put my feet on the ground breaking cement up
you rappers can’t see me, b-tch that is forever
rest on the mountain daydream in the river
i lay in the tree make the breeze give you chivers
i feel like mufasa, i died, yall my children
i shred up your face when you speak you’ll be spilling
b-tch i don’t spend money f-ck what you own
i’m looking like weezy, hot boys in nine six
hear all they songs but they ain’t about sh-t
i’m sn-tching up souls spit them out in my tea, b-tch
how you feel?

- beamon lyrics

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