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bondi - real rap people! lyrics

[verse 1: bondi]
i just be hittin’ my plug, b+tch, i’m a fiend for those drugs
step out the way or you gettin’ punched, bi+
you can just eat my fist, bi+ [?] get off my d+ck, bi+
all you motherf+ckers npcs, swear that you a gli+
i don’t give a f+ck, go slit those wrists
i don’t wanna hear that sh+t, go suck my d+ck, yeah
if you talk sh+t, you can catch this gl!ck
don’t play around, you can catch our clique
all these trap metal artists want all up in my hips
but i don’t really f+ck with pedos, so you can catch this gl!ck (k!ll yourself)

[verse 2: swagdisease]
and i been steppin’, got some dollars in my wallet
i might go load up the nine go out and stash it in my pocket
i’ma big steppin’ on the block, i’m been shootin’ put in shock
i got 100s, i got .50s, put on lock
and i don’t want to have to see him again
red dot aimin’ right at his head
i pull the trigger and i watch him drop dead
when he see me got his eyes fillin’ with lеad

[verse 3: vilitile sludge]
i’m locked and loaded, ready to shoot somе f+cking b+tches
stop tweaking mothaf+cker, you on some f+ckin’ weird sh+t
got a bullet with yo’ name on it, send it to the receiver
i got so much money, i am counting all this green paper
get a gun and spray the f+cking place down
gonna get a noise complaint ’cause we too f+cking loud
they just hatin’, motherf+ckers just don’t like the sound
yeah, we’re gonna hide your body, you will never be found
[verse 4: waryy]
yeah, i got a bag and i got a million
b+tch, i got racks on a scale reptilian
i am a skinwalker, i’ma skin a man (yeah)
b+tch, i feel like craig, i’ll chop you up i got knives out
how much weed you want? just i half ounce, this a countdown (yeah)
i’m gonna blow out her back so fast, she pass away
b+tch, i’m making these stacks like bats
she screamin’ out “oh!” and i’m just like “okay.” (b+tch)
i’ma stab him in the eye, yeah, yeah
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
b+tch, i’m waryy and my motherf+cking voice hurt
if that boy gon’ talk, yeah, you know i cum first (yeah)

[interlude: waryy]
stop the beat, bro, i can’t do this no more

[verse 5: craiggussi]
where do i stop?
i got them running til’ their bodies drop
scared of a future where i am on top
i sound like bondi, but i know i’m not
judging my circle, but you can’t aim shots
you can fight me, rock ’em
pull up with intention, but won’t pop one
honest for your safety shouldn’t pull up while i’m mopping
see a situation, i won’t hesitate to save me
do this for myself, there is nothing that can phase me
[verse 6: overwxrld]
aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
all you p+ssies on my d+ck, i pull up and i empty clip
d+ck down that f+ckin b+tch and then i rub up on her cl+t
all you p+ssies on my d+ck, i pull up and i empty clip
d+ck down that f+ckin b+tch and then i rub up on her cl+t
p+ss monkey b+tt, uh, gl!ck, gl!ck, pow!
wake up in the morning and i just scream “blah!”
b+tch ask me to f+ck around, i said “yeah!”
wake up in the morning and i just scream “blah!”
b+tch ask me to f+ck around, i said “yeah!”

[verse 7: murasaki]
rip his guts out, i tie it like an animal balloon
trying run my fade up, lil bro, i don’t even know you
finna cut your face, yeah, yo’ b+tch gon’ give me brain, uh
drinking all your blood, it tastes just like strawberry
i love strawberries, i love strawberries!
i love strawberries, i love strawberries!
i love strawberries, i love strawberries!
i love strawberries, i love strawberries!

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