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drybus – lung cancer lyrics

[intro: drybus]
ayy, what’s up? uh huh
salutations
she want f+ck with me but i can’t use location yuh
i want all the b+tches ‘specially them blasians yuh
you know i won’t miss no special occasions what
your b+tch staring i say sup
you running out of luck, ayy

[verse 1: drybus]
put it in that sh+t got stuck
she got bad luck
b+tch, i’m running through the muck i need a bentley truck
your change is chillin in your pocket
enchilada, pill pocket, rocket
she told me i don’t love her but it ain’t enough that i rock it
you can’t stop the+
pick pocket ‘less you lock it (ayy)
diamonds, pourin’ out my faucet
playboi carti
never lost it

[verse 2: yung wintr]
(yuh)
b+tch was talkin’ sh+t so i just pulled up with the rocket
yeah b+tch gon’ blow that d+ck up like she osama bin laden
i told that b+tch to suck (huh)
b+tch i’m tryna’ f+ck
30 pop up at that b+tch if that lil’ b+tch want f+ckin’ talk
i’m on x, elon musk
get that bread, it’s a must
b+tch i’m walkin’ with that metal, b+tch you walkin’ with some rust
i get the cheese, ion’ eat thе crust
she on her knees i’m boutta bust (ayy)
lil’ b+tch i’m in the gle thеse b+tches in a bus (ayy)
b+tch, stop, all that talkin’ if you ain’t got nothing to talk about
lipstick on my body b+tch around me, they gon’ watch they mouth
[bridge: yung wintr]
b+tch was talkin’ dirty had to wash his mouth
said that you about it but ain’t never see what you about
come on do some work, yeah i made her twerk
get that money every day these b+tches get it on the first (what)
left that p+ssy dead, man i left that p+ssy murked
b+tch was talkin’ too much sh+t so i just put him on a shirt

[verse 3: drybus]
not an extrovert
eat the p+ssy for dessert
it gon’ squirt
b+tch you short just like lil uzi vert
shoot it up like kurt
brand new b+tch she in a skirt
make her f+ckin’ squirt
got you out the dirt, but you hurt
fishnet and a skirt
might have to answer
she ask me where my hoodie at but you know i won’t answer
know i can’t’+ can’t dance b+tch i’m not a dancer
i revive you, necromancer
you got cancer
like you a+
pyromancer
she a belly+
dancer
i see the future chiromancer (ayy)
in the future you won’t have her
and you got lung cancer
b+tch i’m great so call me alexander

- drybus lyrics

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