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bicklebeat - memories from year 10 lyrics

(yeah i only have 5 dollars, yeah i only wear gold colla+)

(verse 1 [mitch+ll holmes on the track])

miss phillips, more like miss big lips
f+ck you and that blonde c+nt, hes a pr+ck
thinking trickshot city will miss and fizzle out
we gonna be screaming that if you send us out
yeah you only got 5 dollars while i got 9 thousands
you ain’t gonna stop us from, f+cking around
we don’t give a f+ck about your class, nah nah
it’s a bunch of b+ll+cks anyways and it’s very g+y
everyday wasting our time, then replay and that’s your class
lower class your living in, hopefully you quit before you notice we stealing sh+t
your class only for us to p+ss about
it’s so sh+t man, please learn how to teach
that tape measure, i did steal
i lied whеn i said i didn’t, youre f+cking stupid

(yeah i only have 5 dollars, yeah i only wеar gold colla+)

(verse 2 [playboi riley])

yo, miss phillips, remember that time in year 10 when i smuggled a hamster into your classroom?
i made a concoction and shoved it in your face
you send me out? i’ll bend you over
owen diggins is a nonce, he takes you for a bronc
miss phillips, your fat, i won’t hit, from the back
cause you’re clapped, and my fist, it slaps
we’re on the track, let me make a rack
miss phillips, you’re limiting my abilities
all this sending me out is giving me f+cking ptsd
so don’t take me there, or i’ll get my lawyer involved
i got me a h+llcat, but i’m rapping on this h+ll+mat
so now, miss phillips, tell me why you’re so big
you look like a wig, cry me up a twig
and you’re a little b+tch, that blonde+headed tw+t, he can suck a d+ck
as i dip from the classroom, all i get is ritz
imma chuck a chisel at your head and you’ll scream
“get out b+tch!”
(yeah i only have 5 dollars, yeah i only wear gold colla+)

(verse 3 [mitch+ll holmes on the track])

“i’m getting memories from+“ f+ck off with that
corny ass b+tch you’re literally fat
you’ll never get close to being an asian
continue the beef, i can destroy you in a rap
in the back of the workshop, that’s where i trap
i sell weed, coke, x, dmt, everything
all in your classroom and you still don’t see
it’s crazy cause i don’t even to hide it
i’m a motherf+cking de mon, jesus
you ain’t stopping me miss phillips
you are a f+cking piece of sh+t
lemme burp on the beat really quick
(burp)
oh jesus that was big
haha, big just like you! you get it?
in case you didn’t i’m calling you a fat c+nt
heads up! on monday we’re gonna f+ck everything up
you ain’t getting no luck
you should’ve quit your job when you could
now you gotta deal with us
(trickshot city)
(yeah i only have 5 dollars, yeah i only wear gold colla+)

(verse 4 [playboi riley])

back on this track, miss phillips has no back, just fat (fat) your fat, it flaps
countin calories, your fat
you’ll be distraught when you hear, this track (track)
put me in the workshop, i’ll do f+ck all
put me on the classroom, i’ll do f+ck all (f+ck all)
put me on the computers, i’ll do f+ck all (f+ck all)
why? cause your class, sucks, it’s a duck
if you helped me maybe? i’d get something done
but no, leave me to do my trickshot city (trickshot city) sh+t
and hit that trick
i got on my truck and crashed your show
you only blow on the flow, you don’t produce
you’ve got no fruits, cause you’re just fat
and i won’t tap, that back is fat (fat)
your flows, aren’t stacked, they just count, fat
my rhymes, are cold, they hit, the snow
and take, you out, and now, you’re froze
miss phillips, f+ck you (f+ck you)
and f+ck (f+ck)
your stupid (stupid)
f+cking (f+cking)
class (class)
b+tch (b+tch)
(yeah i only have 5 dollars, yeah i only wear gold colla+)

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