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clav - bawsaq lyrics

bawsaq lyrics
[chorus: rejectedreyna]
stab, stab, and i’ll stab you
get to rippin’ out your eyes, i’ll do it for the cash, bruh
[?] when i smash ya’
fake tunnel vision, and i think they don’t act tough
stab, stab, and i’ll stab you
get to rippin’ out your eyes, i’ll do it for the cash, bruh
[?] when i smash ya’
fake tunnel vision, and i think they don’t act tough

[verse 1: eater]
fake generation, i don’t think you don’t have a face
you can suck my d+ck, cause i’m making this [based]
you can make this face, [?] in my face
b+tch, we’re not the same, you f+ckin’ [?]
if you ever get too tough, put a bullet through my brain
cause i don’t want a [tragic], start a f+ckin’ break
so bring myself you’re waiting, you ever finna say
i think i’m gonna break, i think i’m gonna break
i think i’m gonna break, i think it’ll drop today
these thoughts in my head, you see that’s not my brain
[i’mma need your fame, i be posting my breath]
the end of the world is when you’re dead

[chorus: rejectedreyna]
stab, stab, and i’ll stab you
get to rippin’ out your eyes, i’ll do it for the cash, bruh
[?] when i smash ya’
fake tunnel vision, and i think they don’t act tough
stab, stab, and i’ll stab you
get to rippin’ out your eyes, i’ll do it for the cash, bruh
[?] when i smash ya’
fake tunnel vision, and i think they don’t act tough
[verse 2: guap sensei]
yeah, yeah, yeah
i take his eyes out with a spoon, then put them in a bowl
walkin’ down i got this spoon, i might put it at his throat
runnin’ up on you when you act like 69
[?] to the heart, 3 fists and a riptide
finish out in 4 pieces, mess up your five senses
breakdown your skin and eat it
pay for a better clip that you ate it
yeah

[bridge: guap sensei]
you’ll make it better for the fun side
cause you met up with my death side, i guess i’ll finish both side
yeah
you’ll make it better for the fun side
cause you met my death side, i guess i’ll finish both side

[verse 3: clavé]
i must be a schizoid way my money f+cking talk
b+tch you run your f+cking mouth leave your body in the chalk
way i’m scouting out these bands b+tch i feel like i’m a hawk
call his b+tch a f+ckin door how your body getting knocked
b+tch
i feel like i’m at the bubble bowl the way i got them bands
run his f+cking mouth but i know i will never see his hands
all the f+cking money in my pockets imma rip my pants
call my hoe a witch the brain make that b+tch levitate enchant
i’m in your system you call me a tumor
and guap hold the camera, b+tch. i’m the shooter
yo b+tch must be dumb, cuz she think i won’t shoot her
yo b+tch call me robert, she down on my junior
my pockets f+cking fat, i feel like mrs. puff
my shotgun hit like gary, i hit you with the slug
big six shots, bro her head is f+ckin’ bleedin’
[?]

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