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biv - pain script lyrics

biv:

b+tch i been take a loss
life bluer than my b+lls
people living off the moss
rusty, crusty, your b+tch tossed
i’m still salty and i love it
i’m still the only one livin above it
i run my business, i live on the budget
make it myself, while you b+tches is puppets
all of my b+tches is bussin
all of my homies made somethin from nothin
n0body do how i does it
if they could they would of done it
if it’s money then we cut it
i don’t get time for discussin
life been on track how i run it
ain’t gonna tell you i air out the function
but i got problems from mental consumption

back to the pack, i feel her in my jack
rent the staff, ya daddy cut thе check
ice on the wrist, but thеy slit the neck
back to back, i lay my soul to rest

call what you want
boy you fake with the pump
act like you carry the stuff
you just a mouf+ckin punk
action ain’t sh+t that you trust
b+tch you a one and you done
call what you want
boy you a fake with the pump
b+tch i’ll take my life, before i ever claim the street
people off and dyin, but that’s problems we don’t see
i don’t want no vulture, but they listen, act a feign
just because my color match the world they live and breathe

i don’t want no vulture, but they listen, act a feign
just because my color match the world they live and breathe

blckk:

keep that b+tch just to f+ck it
i ain’t never really love it
body stack i’m above it
get the paper finger f+ck it i love it i’m bodying b+tches in public i+

yeah
got what i wanted i did it myself
all of ya people been f+cking with 12
i walk around and i’m grippin my belt
yeah yeah yeah yeah

10 of my b+tch can’t take that sh+t
double my pay yeah f+ck that split
got it all black can’t see my fit can’t see that sh+t like
it don’t matter what you wanted i got it already can’t sell my clique
i been through it i been did it im f+cking around i’m on my sh+t

i just bought the first gun
i just caught the first one
yeah yeah
i ain’t paying my bond
get ya brother out the pond
yeah yeah

i compare to y’all best
i could f+ck up y’all set
yeah uh
i could send it through a vest
give that p+ssy b+tch a rest
ha

i start sippin black
i can’t run it back
i’m on track
watch me hit my sh+t
flip that f+cking b+tch
let her quit

get it
right
back
he aint
never
coming back
uh
put the
b+tch
down
she wont
love me
when im
down
uh

- biv lyrics

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