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buzzkill - triple threat lyrics

[verse 1: buzzk!ll]
i’m dropping that boy, a senile kid that’s
flexing his money to shut my eyelids aye
dude having to go off of the whole grid ’cause
he always be looking like a dead -ss squid
i can’t help my eyes lookin’ like i’m a stoner aye
look at my license b-tch i am a donor aye
i’m cashing checks because i’m a homeowner yeah
you lookin’ as you were born from a stroller
your family’s full of some look-a-like jokers aye
your mom is broke she was born from an ogre aye
your dad’s whole career is complete mediocre
i only do songs like this when it’s november yuh
when i’m recording i always stay sober but
when i’m with homies i’m thc smoker yeah
three more years i will be legal and voter aye
dynamite hits the track like he’s a stoner yuh

[verse 2: lil dynamite]
you are a b-tch, your hoe is bulimic
you think that you ride her ? you ride her ?
your life is dirty n-gga need to clean it
you showed me her nudes i said that i seen it
i want you n-gga i will f-ck him up
punch him while he talking then i interrupt
when i hold my anger in i’ll erupt
the government stay f-cking up they corrupt
i’m painting my nails, you call me a f-ggot
make you self conscious and feel like a maggot
this weather don’t harm me, got ftp jacket
you super thick like a study guide packet
i eat my veggies, yes my eyes are green
i hate all my ex’s they all call me mean
watching my ex like she on a lil screen
i got a new b-tch i met at sixteen, aye

[verse 3: lil jigaboo]
if you think cheer leading is a real sport
i’ll drag your brain dead dumb -ss into court
i sh-t on this beat like it’s child support
you think your bars good but you always fall short
your freestyling worse than illegal p-ssport
when i listened to it i had to transport
but i had to finish so i could do a report
on your stupid -ss lookin’ like genital warts
i’ll break your -ss like you are a metal plate
you g-y you be trappin’ all day chaturbate
my bars that i’m spittin’ will make you feel great
i only stay out ‘till the clock strikes eight
your expectations are far from reality
you look all brown like a dead christmas tree
you don’t even know ‘bout the birds and bees
this song is fire so this sh-t gon’ end with me

- buzzkill lyrics

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