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biv – in conclusion lyrics

[verse 1]
funny how these f+ckers play with me
i body impact a f+cker inside his baby t++th
the way these b+tches push my b+ttons like vice city, money cheat
we hanging tips up on your lovely seat, like f+ck you tryna’ be?
a better person? a better version of what you see?
sh+t funny how they dummy when we bring up history
you all agree to follow and tippy toe until [?]
but all that sh+t don’t change, you stupid b+tch, did i see?
called that b+tch from the streets, [?] next time they speed
say you weed at the fees, but sniffing coke off they seat
you just hand me down for hand+outs, half you p+ssies off beat
and off+springs, from the same f+cked up and self+creep seed
you f+ckers is need be, been insecurities
i laugh when they got worse from me, b+tch you give me payday while i’m dancing in your f+cking sleep
lil dipsh+t, leap up off the highest peak
b+tch it is what it be
i can feel it, i can feel it
lacking on they stamina, my mental never finished
half these motherf+ckers never get it, i should quit it
sh+t been going crazy by the minute
yeah, spring my money like she gossip
i ain’t ever pocket, to chest up and lock it
heavy on my conscience, combine with the dash, i don’t cop it
price ain’t no option
[bridge]
(wheezing)
i love the guy, i do, i love him, i love him, but uh
the fact that he is not part of our lives, i’m fine with that
(wheezing and laughing)
you f+ck one of the boys, you f+ck us all, you know
(laughing)
and+and… and, f+ck you. f+ck you
(laughing)

[verse 2]
b+tch i’m on they neck like [?]
told you i was hurting and burning from my insides
so what? i cut my man from back, don’t act surprised
how the f+ck i’m supposed to act in the summertime?
i hate the f+ck sh+t, so stuck up, but couldn’t make a f+cking buck
unless you sucking up nuts, i’ve been dying to see you try
and push your f+cking luck
you just chucking up a f+ck ton of nothing much, huh, yeah
i got my medicine up to keep my life from the dust
before i pushed a couple kids inside your cup, yeah
said you in the cut, but we see you stitched up
how you f+cking switch up? them lames let you speak up
you no switch hitter, motherf+cker, who with ya?
b+tch i’m too bitter, couldn’t ever wanna be ya
no matter how much i see it, get money b+tches, you keep up
power tripping, we zip up, body bags and we ship ya
who the f+ck wanna breathe when ya like this?
wanna cop my fees, you wanna bite my d+ck
you can bark that bark, but you ain’t run that sh+t
you can rent that porsche, but you can’t park that b+tch
i don’t step outside, i guess i’m hypocrite
i can bet your b+tch swallow your mans to this
while i hit my list and zipper up my lip
we make double your fit while daddy paying your tips, huh

- biv lyrics

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