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empathymusic - buzzsaw lyrics

[intro]
fire up the buzzsaw
fire up the buzzsaw

[hook]
who’s this, frontin’ with the tough talk? (who’s this?)
i’m p+ssed, i can’t even trust y’all
make hits, all of y’all sleep on (slept)
talk sh+t, fire up the buzzsaw

[post+chorus]
wear my stains on my all white shirt
that boy spits flame so my+
fire up the buzzsaw
wear my stains on my all white shirt
that boy spits flame so my throat might hurt

[verse 1]
aye
wear my stains on my all white shirt
that boy spits flame so my throat might hurt
any b+tch i could see is the one i f+ck first
i said “tight p+ssy” and she said “tight verse”
i don’t wanna k!ll, but the pot been stirred
smoke up, loud good, you could swear you heard
i don’t make moves lil’ b+tch, i swerve
and you’d prolly summon someone if this track reversеd
said you was a k!ller, but you just a b+tch
come back when you a millimеtre close to death
trappin’ so i see my homies hold that spliff
‘cause i know a few and you ain’t wanna test their hip
motherf+cker wants beef, so we cook that
she sayin’ that she love me, but that won’t last
from a place where you keep a piece in the waistband
at the very least, wanna watch your neck man (ah!)
[hook]
who’s this, frontin’ with the tough talk?
i’m p+ssed, i can’t even trust y’all (no)
make hits, all of y’all sleep on
talk sh+t, fire up the buzzsaw
who’s this, frontin’ with the tough talk?
i’m p+ssed, i can’t even trust y’all
make hits, all of y’all sleep on
talk sh+t, fire up the buzzsaw

[post+chorus]
ain’t the motherf+cker that you wanna provoke
a lot of people that applaud but still+
fire up the buzzsaw
ain’t the motherf+cker that you wanna provoke
a lot of people that applaud but still+
fire up the buzzsaw
ain’t the motherf+cker that you wanna provoke
a lot of people that applaud but still+
fire up the buzzsaw
ain’t the motherf+cker that you wanna provoke
a lot of…
hol’ up

[verse 2]
ain’t the motherf+cker that you wanna provoke
a lot of people that applaud but still hate on the low
i got a pot full of frauds that i heat on the stove
and got a song full of bars that’ll season ‘em, so
we steady steamin’ ‘em slow
she see my s+m+n and go
“why don’t you skeet down throat
and we can stream it for show
or even film it like pros”
i seen this scene though, for sure
and i ain’t simpin’ for hoes
‘cause man i been there befo’ (real sh+t)
i ain’t never put my homies under some d+mn b+tch (nah)
you corny motherf+ckers beg to be on my sh+t
you ain’t tough little f+cker, you ain’t felt hardships
you ain’t caught a bad vibe and then caught hard fists
i was livin’ in the trap at the age of six (godd+mn)
so you better think twice ‘fore you front with that stick
but i been on a mission just to make dope sh+t
even all my haters will admit to it (woo)
[hook]
who’s this, frontin’ with the tough talk?
i’m p+ssed, i can’t even trust y’all
make hits, all of y’all sleep on
talk sh+t, fire up the buzzsaw
who’s this, frontin’ with the tough talk?
i’m p+ssed, i can’t even trust y’all
make hits, all of y’all sleep on
talk sh+t, fire up the+
fire up the buzzsaw

[outro]
fire up the buzzsaw
fire up the buzzsaw

- empathymusic lyrics

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