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f. mills - pikachu lyrics

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[intro: f. mills]
mills mix

[verse 1: f. mills]
i heard ya new music
i swear it was pitiful
stories the same
wasn’t nothing original
follow the game
you no individual
all of your visuals
mimicking cynicals
more you complain
the more they ain’t feeling you
look at my digitals
haters are typical
i’m at my pinnacle
check yo peripherals
i’ve been real visible
i’m just gone pour up this little fuel
this is so minuscule
i’m just gone finish you
man this traditional
i get medicinal
flow irresistible
you flow predictable
your life is mythical
my stats a miracle
need you to listen
cause this here is pivotal
this all divisional

[hook: f. mills]
none of that wack sh-t is ever admissible
i swear it’s f-cking despicable
all of that borderline hate unforgivable
i mean that sh-t is so pitiful
how do you claim that you rap you ain’t lyrical
i got the data and facts
i mean the sh-t wack its all based off empirical
no metaphors i mean literal

[verse 2: f. mills]
i’m in ya living room
too late you hear the boom
transmitting daily from liverpool
i got lil baby up in the pool
no not the rapper yo baby she spit and drool
told her don’t play me
a kid from the 80s
i been a fool
ain’t got no degree
but i ran up in syracuse
all by myself
with two pair of tools
no not to shoot up
but only to tear up wombs
laugh
wait and come back when the weather cools
i’m from the state where we play by no special rules
love a sundress
i’m addressing that -ss be so soft like a feather ohhh
she still send me texts
i know where she move
her head in my lap
i’m joe pesci smooth
giuseppe shoes
when she throw it back
be so messy ohhh
i, still keep her hands on the 10 to 2
i’m, who she choose
i, still gets the message when she in the mood
i, bruise them dudes
who, -ssume i lose
i leave no clues
my, whole game plan is to finish crews
i, trained in them sands
i don’t need no shoes
i’m, barefoot
walk on h-ll put on earth
to k!ll sh-t
this my circle
k!ll pit
adorned in purple
that real sh-t
king my ring
filled with bling
while my hat stay tilted
i’m k!llmonger’s father
stay going harder
going farther
don’t even bother cuz

[hook: f. mills]
none of that wack sh-t is ever admissible
i swear it’s f-cking despicable
all of that borderline hate unforgivable
i mean that sh-t is so pitiful
how do you claim that you rap you ain’t lyrical
i got the data and facts
i mean the sh-t wack its all based off empirical
no metaphors i mean literal



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