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blvkdivmonds - crvsh! lyrics

[intro]
in that four+seater, what can i miss? i knock off hits, i feel like cheetah
i poke on shorty in the cut just like some tweezers
i strum that b+tch like a guitar, she think i’m weezer
b+tch, don’t ask me for my heart, it’s in that freezer

[chorus]
hop out the trash, so perfect
fly with the bass, resurface, b+tch, i’m a whole new person
huh, get to the bag, no birkin
sad when it’s cold like purchase, i’m in the crash on purpose
i been in the way, i tap in that feeling, deep inside it burn like cigarette
i tear off that ceiling, improvise, we turn the ceiling fake
wе hop in that pit and spin, they slide, hoe, do you gеt it? check
if you got some doubt inside your heart, then we get rid of that

[verse]
like who do we thank for the holy divine?
slug to the bones, to the soul, it’s mine, he want the smoke or the boat in high
they looking dead in the pit for amus+m+nt, when i get back, can we hold in the side?
roll call to eve in the eyes, please take a few limbs, need legs, no souls in the eyes
look at me, don’t turn away, i told you look at me
they all underwear, i really shouldn’t be, like bentley, never with sugary
i told them i’m better than any of y’all, but you ranked to me, y’all lay it on couldn’t be
not better, not bigger, not none of these, divmonds don’t shine with impurity
shorty trashy, run her mind like track meet
i came out the dirt so low, my elbows came out ashy
redhead in the backseat, down to earth like grass feet
i could put a price up on your head, they never tax me
[pre+chorus]
in that four+seater, what can i miss? i knock off hits, i feel like cheetah
i poke on shorty in the cut just like some tweezers
i strum that b+tch like a guitar, she think i’m weezer
b+tch, don’t ask me for my heart, it’s in that freezer

[chorus]
hop out the trash, so perfect
fly with the bass, resurface, b+tch, i’m a whole new person
huh, get to the bag, no birkin
sad when it’s cold like purchase, i’m in the crash on purpose
i been in the way, i tap in that feeling, deep inside it burn like cigarette
i tear off that ceiling, improvise, we turn the ceiling fake
we hop in that pit and spin, they slide, hoe, do you get it? check
if you got some doubt inside your heart, then we get—
canc

- blvkdivmonds lyrics

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