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cwite - product lyrics

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[intro]
boy, buy my product

[verse 1]
turn on the lamp
i’m the champ
go to summer+camp
got fangs like a vamp+ ire
my desire
i’m a bit tired
i’m on fire
i’m not a liar
gather ‘round the bonfire
hold it for the entire+
[chorus]
see my product, i’m a buyer
see my product, see my product
i’m a buyer, see my product
i’m a buyer, see my product
i’m a buyer, see my product
i’m a buyer, see my product+
i’m on fire

[verse 2]
i’m having bad feelings
it might seem unappealing
i’m so tall, touch the ceiling
i promise i’m not stealing
i’m only just dealing
like a doctor i’m healing
get head lice
running around hitting headlines
i’m on deadlines
out of designs
the prysmix airlines
i’m fine
praying god’s divine
my broken jawlinе
marking outlines
stop signs
“do it for the vine”
thе food it provides
i’m einstein
sips of wine
white eyes
like herobrine
shivers up my spine
i have lots of spikes
i’m a porcupine
i’m blind
by the light
it’s too bright
i’ve ran out of rhymes
[chorus]
see my product, i’m a buyer
see my product, see my product
i’m a buyer, see my product
i’m a buyer, see my product
i’m a buyer, see my product
i’m a buyer, see my product+
i’m on fire

[verse 3]
yea, its getting to loud
the 2nd round
i’m not so proud
of my lyrics for clouds
money and clout
gather ‘round in a circle like a crowd
taking the wrong route
you didn’t need to shout
that’s all i’m bout
i’m like a death threat
catch you with my net
start making your bets
i will get
my private jet
i don’t break a sweat
stick to you like magnet
water is not wet
professional gaming set
i’m in deep debt
my minds upset
that’s my mindset
turn on the faucet
i was found dead
roses are red
violets are blue
i’m bout to rap lyrics right out of a garbage chute
flying in my parachute
your on mute
when you put on your suit
i find you really cute
i’m a sigma so no, but thank you
i like to play the flute
i’m the family tree’s root
the angle of acute
i like banana the fruit
snow storm, put on your boots
i will shoot
i’m immune



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