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+bless+ (ms) - amnesia lyrics

[chorus]
ayy, these bullets take his memory, the p+ssy got amnesia
diamonds on my neck and they be colder than the freezer
i ain’t take no breaks, b+tch, i ain’t had no leisures
choppa hit him, body shakin’, look like he havin’ seizures
i ain’t even try up on this beat, this sh+t too easy
i got so much money, and you not gon’ get a piece of it
ride ’round in the s6, it’s not no crown v

[break]
hold on, hold on
bro, where the f+ck the beat go?

[verse 1]
b+tch, it came back in
pull up with that uzi, spinnin’ again
woah, poppin’ an oxy, not no fent
look like the president, off a tеn
yes i be evil likе resident
pullin’ up at yo’ residence
he thought i had on a letterman
dumb lil’ b+tch, it’s a vetement
i get it poppin’, no i’m not hesitant
i’m makin’ new sounds, i’m makin’ new resonance
k!llin’ ’em all, ain’t leavin’ no evidence
i’m just gon’ freestyle, ain’t care ’bout a predicate
two percs and red, that’s my etiquette
we shoot him down, he need a med kit
they say i’m so hard, they say i’m impressin’ ’em
make ’em bow down in my presence
[chorus]
ayy, these bullets take his memory, the p+ssy got amnesia
diamonds on my neck and they be colder than the freezer
i ain’t take no breaks, b+tch, i ain’t had no leisures
choppa hit him, body shakin’, look like he havin’ seizures
i ain’t even try up on this beat, this sh+t too easyfee
i got so much money, and you not gon’ get a piece of it
ride ’round in the s6, it’s not no crown v

[verse 2]
woah, yuh
i’m with my twin and we evil
smokin’ on gas like diesel
all black tint, not see+through
f+ck you, b+tch, he can keep you
said he got bands, well me too
thotty like dahmer, she eat you
i got the muh’f+ckin’ v12, you got a v2
needed the whole album perfect, i did a redo
i’m with my gang, i call it the fleet too
you cannot hide, don’t think i won’t see you
shoot at his head, i shoot at his feet too
even yo’ day ones gon’ try to leech on you
kick down yo’ front door, yeah, we be breachin’ you
hop on the beat and i’m preachin’ and teachin’
whole new height what i’m reachin’
i take these percs for a reason
no roddy ricch, ball every season
swingin’ the bat like easton, yeah
i don’t care about them old flows, you can keep ’em
you finna drown from my wrist, lookin’ just like the deep end
she want a new man ’cause hers cheap as sh+t
i’m finna sow what i reap, lil’ b+tch
glock on my waist, i be keepin’ it
fans ain’t never hungry, i’m always feedin’ ’em
feelin’ like god, the way i be leadin’ ’em
got on the sprite, i’m pourin’ the liter in
swingin’ that b+tch, i look like jeter, man

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