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biv - a bunch of shit i don't do lyrics

kanye was like, how could you be so heartless?
and i was like
augh
i don’t have a f+cking heart f+ggot…

your b+tch bad but she a nuisance
chocking on my d+ck to suck the fluid
i don’t think i’m one to prove it (yuh)
but being you’re biggest influence
i’m a listen to my thoughts till’ they [???] my movements (what?)
i’m a little out of place but sh+t i choose it (yuh)
might f+ck around and lose it
and f+ck around and make a living off you stupid
stupid! (stupid!)
cuts and puns to act up and run it up
just wanna feel depression for a cup of f+cking bucks
pop my prescriptions bet yo ass be spelled for months
see they chose when they talking under us
yuh
find your way [???]
i got people on the way back
yеars wasted on the f+cking field bat (woah!)
but now a f+ckеr bring the music back
huh!
but now a f+cker bring the mu+
yuh!
get my momma out the house
man still she spending every f+cking dollar off my main account
get professional!

you f+ckers keep on talking let it get it out
i make a living off the word of f+cking mouth
been out put that sh+t on blast
forty make a [???] f+cking dash
usain bolting down the ave
and dollar trees glisten with the mags (woah!)
huh!
uh!
yuh
i’m a mental change that go off the saying
say that life a movie knock yo b+tch that’s out the frame (blah!)
i’m too pretty for the fame but every p+ssy know my name
won’t admit i change the lane
heavy heart with the sons i made
join me and sh+t i’ll rip your face (woah!)
high tops drop the roof and let that sh+t bang
you ain’t about the sh+t you claim
guess that make us one in the same
guess that make us one in yuh yeah

and i was like
it’s all fake
i ain’t spit the truth, but you were saying
it’s all fake
it’s all fake
no i ain’t spit the truth, but you were saying
pull up with the speed kenny lofty (woah!)
remind me who you stacking in the coffin
huh!
promise that you dead to me first
i pull up to the service’s shirts
i’m p+ssing in the dirt
can’t even say sh+t about me
i keep my business [???] tucked until they found me
[???] too paying for smiles i’ve been doubting
i need to know the reason why these f+ckers clout me (yeah)
i shut the f+ck up and keep counting
put sh+t together find your sh+t arousing
watching all your p+ssies flex around this
i’m in my primes travel f+ckers steady drowning (hah!)
hoping you heard every word i said (yuh)
ain’t no secret that i’ve been stuck inside my head
[???] blessings at my stress and break your bread (woah!)
might f+ck around and flatline your career leave us both dead
it’s just stashes high percentage for your f+cks
and i ain’t even think your needs for once (woo!)
i’m just keep sh+t a buck if are must
you follow every single cent
chasing all these crumbs

like
matter of fact that’s a bet i tell you what (what!?)
i’ll get back in my corner and pack it up
i hang back in the ropes and dangle lungs (freaky!)
when you dance they only gonna give a f+ck for half a month

and they don’t give a f+ck about us? (what?)
and they don’t give a f+ck about us!? (what!?)
who give a f+ck about us!? (what!?)
they don’t give a f+ck about us! (no!)

- biv lyrics

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