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blvck svm - acorndiet lyrics

cullinan kinda chameleon
color on carapace change whenever i want
spraying these singles like luis arraez
the junkies start itching whenever i don’t
push up toronto, i’m walking down queen
in these maple margielas, don’t ask for no quotes
lil shorty told me that i’m close to her ends
she dropping a pin like pba choke
back to chicago then beeline to bunker
i’m 360+whipping this digital dope
the crackle you hear in the demos i laid
is a product of wearing my frigidest rope in this session
for 3 and 3 zеros i turn to a hessian
but if the sh+t weak thеn don’t ask me no questions
the nurse and the surgeon must think
i’m a sturgeon from all the ossetra the boy been ingesting
might get a gold and a platinum for jetsvm
might pull a mach+hommy and tax for the pressing
considering where imma be in a decade
a thousand right now is a cogent investment
nick came and molded my dental impressions
i went to the ville to see gang and to grab it
10+on+10 combo cut deeper than insult
my mouth full of carats like looney tune rabbit
blasting my unreleased sh+t with the profit
we on the same timing when dealing with traffic
i get to the spot a lil quicker
get love from the n+ggas who know bout the patch on my jacket
don’t think i’ll ever get tired of rapping
but just in case i gotta switch up my racket
i move to a ranch in the hyogo prefecture and
tend to the cattle that made me a classic
double+r stretching like mr. fantastic
i switch out the silencer, now it’s a torch
you see us in traffic, don’t get right behind us
that bumper+to+bumper gon leave yo sh+t scorched
wasn’t on sh+t till my house started burning
i figured i needed to jump off the porch
know too many n+ggas who ain’t try to flee from the heat of the furnace
that sh+t is unfortunate
plug hit my phone, said he got the secreto
so secret he can’t even tell me the coordinates
medium rare, i ain’t worried bout nothing
that sh+t is so tender i just need a fork in it
blessing sommelier brought me a pairing
he looking confused cuz i’m leaving the cork in it
i bring the sauvignon back to the crib
i don’t know what to do with it
guess it’s an ornament, yeah
benjamin franklin must been a contortionist
way that these hunnids are folded so tightly inside of my every available pocket
bankroll is starting to wear out the fabric
i’m waiting for yohji to go and restock it

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