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ez mil - idk lyrics

[idk, intro?]
(broo, daenerys snapped on everyone!
gave no f-cks
i’mma do that to this beat though
and wtf is up like with this snapchat
filter everyone’s usin’ like
everybody tryna be chicks now
swear if i use that sh-t, i’ll be like..
the pretties guy ever, no cap) lmf40-

[verse]
yo, uh
if your tea’s gone cold and you’re
wondering why
better stand in line
cuz lee’s fan’s are cryin
like these dandelions
they tears fanned n’ flyin
with fear grabbin iron
man, so
marvel over the way i
diss..dis-r-e-s-p-e-c-t-bone crushin
a rib when i drive a stake thru the heart of
a busted body kit
(vroom vroom!)
of a rusted dodge ‘n drift
that muscle modded sh-t
so f-ck it while-we-get..
recct likr ‘r’-e-c-t-mobile!
cuz all of you phony b-tches is
wack. it’s disgusting really..
but
i’d f-ck an optimist
prime sl-t androgynous
whine cuz i’m poppin’ this
rhyme like it’s bottled with
time, f-ck it’s clockin’ at
nine, ten im rockin hoggin docile
b-tches till they cream when they see that icy sh-t b-tch, look..
i see sh-t that you don’t muhf-cka finna
light three clips through yo dome muhf-cka on my
spike lee sh-t i malcolm muhf-ckas betta flight, flee, dip if you alone muhf-cka
don’t test me

rappin this to make it though i never find cake
i’ve been missed thru ages so i severed ties late
i’m in situations lookin very dark ay
“i mean sh-t you asians good at every darn thang”

said my privilaged peers
in frivolous years
sh-t was horrible whenever i would
think about it
i was shiftin’ my gears
while drippin’ in tears
and look at my heart if it’s sore it’ll
be fine if i put tape around it
rolled around like a
cardiac film strip
off with her clothing like
where is the party at?
we’ll skip jaggedy edges and
stab that tekashi rat, k!lled snitch
failed the rebellion
like he was with pontiac
real sh-t

yeah me and slashy, two of us is my squa’
deck em till they screwed up
i’ll be on my illy mode
really tho
philly bo chapel white in city shows
sicky mode
billy bo baggin up a silly ho
i be really feelin dirty as sh-t
clean a round up ten plus thirty a clip
served in a tip
i just need a b-tch that i can f-ck while
she workin her shift
she up the clock but she also down to slurpin this d-ck

(godd-mn)
i just wanna make a couple mil and
get some p-ssy in the process
wi-without a f-ckin’ deal
i don’t f-ck wit puppeteers
i will grab a gun & k!ll –
pah-pah-pah
right to your legacy
you know it’s somethin real and i..
i’ll be smooth with it at the same time
get it jiggy with the flow while
spittin’ on the same rhyme
and the ladies, yeah they love it
cuz they know that they mine
and you p-ssy m-th-f-ckaz
stayin’ on my hate line :p

– (phone rings)
– who the h-ll?
– (answer beep)
– h-llo?
– (hate mumbles)
– oh it’s you! hater #5 how you doin’ baby?
– (more hate mumbles)
– really?
– oh is that it?
– oh so you came by just to say my song sucks? :d
– (big mad mumble)
– and you hate the way i mix ’em too, aw shucks :3
– aye i’m sorry to stop you, i gotta go
– i’m on a mission k!llin..

abominations that would d-ck babies
(pedo)
and gamble on they game to trick ladies
(reno)
bad or slim i know that its satan
(evil)
think your spittin’? hoe ur mistaken
(we know)
ask a pig what kinda cake he bakin’
(delicious)
articles on me that think i’m fakin’
(ficticious)
claim you bangin but when you get taken?
(snitches)
f-ck wit me but on the gram you hatin?
(y’all b-tches)

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