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bucket hat mafia - vintage air lyrics

some say bhm is sh-t cuz’ we faked it
but i say y’all f-cka’s r-t-rded cuz we made it
beat your -ss with a bat, b-tch hit the pavement
teach you for pullin’ on my block b-tch, i got no patience
fake b-tch, pull up bruh, run up on some haitians
flow fatter than my ego and my ego is bipolar so
and i’m a psycho on that microphone
throw you on the ground, then i beat you with a traffic-cone
yung brodog runnin’ the show, go f-ck your ugly hoe
can’t touch a motha f-cka’ when they sittin’ in their zone
fantano ain’t got sh-t on this bhm rap clique
sh-t music don’t exist, if it did then i’d create it
distort my f-ckin’ vocals like my name was adalwolf
i don’t give a f-ck, k!ll the flow like an overdose
my lyrics give you cancer, i was diagnosed
f-ck i don’t remember sh-t, all i know is my nose is full of c-ke
and if a b-tch snitch, then i cut throat
y’all motha f-ckas’ trippin like when i jump rope
yo man i don’t know, i don’t think i got any hope
might as well write this note before i hang from a rope
write this down, here’s a f-ckin’ quote
yung brodog is a f-ggot and gucci mane is the greatest, yo
‘dro smoked and i’m doped up
what the f-ck man, i choked up
i guess i don’t got enough enough in me to follow up
kick it back to the brodog flow
gucci bro, steal a b-tches purse with an arrow yo
i’m swimmin’ in the p-ssy, bro
have you seen my nose? gets me stupid hoes
but you know what? i’m a f-ckin’ joke
f-ck this track, i’m done
where’s the f-ckin’ hash at?
blah!

- bucket hat mafia lyrics

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