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delivery boys - find out lyrics

goldwood (chorus)
u spend ur days s+++ talking what’s ur time bout
smoke seeping out the caddy when we slide out
lame rappers crusty washed up and dried out
if you want a problem u could f+++ around and find out
i make these internet rappers all sign out
we lead our circle with belief we can’t define doubt
don’t know the password you can’t come into this hideout
if you want a problem you could f+++ around and find out
max gertler (verse)
2 ill, 3 peat, 4 best out
popping like her chest out
i’m smoking like i’m stressed out
i might havе to go and ghost a shorty like it’s hill house
coming in it’s too hot
i’m coming up like millhousе
look inside my mind you’ll never be the same
moving mountains hold up baby we can rearrange
f++++++ milfs i might have to join the pta
d+++ longer than it takes to make gta
ygb (verse)
it’s the black hawk down 58th street villain
could prolly find a sack in every corner of the buildin
from a city where they pack you just for grillin
off a couple tablets readin acid for the children
ain’t lyin shootin from the logo, b++++ it’s dame time
n++++s know my body and my veins like the train lines
gotta smoke a lil fore i let the pain fly
47 things i juggle at the same time
goldwood (chorus)
u spend ur days s+++ talking what’s ur time bout
smoke seeping out the caddy when we slide out
lame rappers crusty washed up and dried out
if you want a problem u could f+++ around and find out
i make these internet rappers all sign out
we lead our circle with belief we can’t define doubt
don’t know the password you can’t come into this hideout
if you want a problem you could f+++ around and find out
lostboyby (verse)
i put big racks my jeans
i ziploc my g’s
if a n++++ call my phone
i vacuum the p’s
what the f+++ a halfway
crook a n++++ fully on one
dime my bag my tube socks
the timbs hide odor
i still serve custies
these hands not rusty
i jump out front street
real mc no run d
low rider doors sw+nging
make me feel bun b
y’all n++++s so tongue cheek
go jump — no bungee
goldwood (verse)
my swag from the future but my mystique ageless
walk in the spot my t stainless smell like diptyque fragrance
these labels kissing a++ and ladies kissing cheeks cuz i’m famous
stay in the booth until my wrist is roleys aps omegas
i put the time in
he said the work is what defines him
tryna live the life i want but barely be surviving
running up the numbers won the rap game heisman
take an eighth of shrooms and life start looking like it’s skyrim
goldwood (chorus)
u spend ur days s+++ talking what’s ur time bout
smoke seeping out the caddy when we slide out
lame rappers crusty washed up and dried out
if you want a problem u could f+++ around and find out
i make these internet rappers all sign out
we lead our circle with belief we can’t define doubt
don’t know the password you can’t come into this hideout
if you want a problem you could f+++ around and find out

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