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cherub satori – prime lyrics

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ten bands in the duffle bag, that’s a good investment
if life’s a cellphone call, i got good connections
chocked out in this section, flexing for my section
i can teach you a couple things but i’m not the one you should be testing
’cause my day ones start whiling out
all it takes for the fellows to bring the bottles out
’cause then they bring the police with them sirens out
real n-gg-s gonna bring nothing but silence out
oh, my momma better get this cheese
she begged the lord i wouldn’t get in these streets
overheard one night on a meets
i’m a hustler, p-ssy n-gg- got skeets
let me combine that, go rewind that
your girl got a fat -ss and i’m behind that
wanna fight back, yes, i attack
this trill-wakee, this ain’t shi-raq
n-gg- here’s like a movie, no imax
like the tile of a lego i stacked
i sn-tched this girl, lost brewing loud
what’s that?
n-gg-, that’s a highjack
two women in this b-tch, two women in this b-tch
i’m searching, stroking, riding, boating, swimming in this b-tch
i threw a band in this b-tch, my fist suspended in this b-tch
that rouser calm me down, man, there’s a riddle in this b-tch?
the whole team got the scheme just to get this cheddar
i’m spitting sweet 16s like the quence-etta
n-gg-s in the mill sitting around, talking sh-t
say we don’t deserve our buzz, you lucky we don’t chop your sh-t
straight popular sh-t, pop your sh-t, this talk is quick
went up on your b-tch -ss and off you quit
round here it happens often, b-tch
i’m holding this over your head until it’s time
a young even ain’t even in his prime

b ride up in this hoe
blowing on that pickle-o
hotter than a bendigo
had her turnt up ‘fore we hit the dough
b ride up in this hoe
blowing on that pickle-o
hotter than a bendigo
had her turnt up ‘fore we hit the dough



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