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censored dialogue - oysters lyrics

[intro]
i hate you, chloe

[verse]
you don’t know lonely ’til your girlfriend ghost you
that type of sh+t’ll make a b+tch go postal
talking to your ex, she live on another coast though
still found a way to creep into your socials
cut you out my life and i don’t mean to be hostile
my next level b+tch make you feel insecure
my text message list kinda look like a brothel
no more b+tches trife with intentions impure
eleven elevens, used to wish you’d wife me
now a b+tch wish to be married to the game
my pricе going up likely, i put it on my name
my money can’t fit in thе frame, give a f+ck about the fame
underground queen crown gleam is f+cking obscene
my crop comprised by cream, the cenny dream team
my chop, it got two beams, i don’t miss things
dozen holes in ya like a box full of krisp’ kremes
two chains on my small frame, my skin is champagne
sun kissed bliss, it’s swiss, i can’t complain
whole team eating, grew a cabinet from a campaign
all to the chagrin of men like charlemagne
they feeding me these beats like i’m anorexic
i done made so many songs, i need chloraseptic
got a way around these words and it be so perplexing
quite ironic ’cause a b+tch is f+ckin’ dyslexic
look, i spit the sh+t that make a n+gga throw they paper out
call rap quits and get a job on a paper route
i’m in naples on a boat with my tiddies out
quick correction, now they chilling in a model’s mouth
you scr+ping pennies like a stanced whip bottomed out
i’m seaside eating oysters with a side of trout
adorn my shoulder with some goyard as i’m sliding out
and now you wish you was the one that i was flying out
[outro]
cd
stkhm
d+mn, sis, i had no idea she did you dirty like that
i mean, yeah, she had me h+lla f+cked up, but i wasn’t tryna, you know, be all debbie downer about the sh+t. i’m just tryna thug it out
playing in your face and sh+t, that’s f+cking wild. i ain’t know she f+cked you up like that
it is what is. i’m just tryna get this money and mind my f+ckin’ business, you know
but aye these days—hang on, who just snapchatted me?
girl i’ma have to call you back, speak of the f+ckin’ devil
dawg, for real?

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