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fes taylor - fantom of the creeps lyrics

[fes taylor:]
yo, catch ’em in williamsburg, i might kill his bird
it’s kinda like revenge of the nerds
you n-gg-s is t-rds, i flush on n-gg-s
over a couple of figures, that’s my word
thirty grand make a n-gg- switch plans
realize that ya man trynna get you a scam
my gun don’t jam, it drum roll beer
all they saw was an unknown man, taylor conan
both hands squeezing his throat glands, squeezing like c-ke cans
fresh air fund seasonal program
we the reason they even know fam
he was blue cheesing it, eating off old jams
and we ain’t get paid for sh-t
kinda like what a slave would get, sh-t
i’m bout to get my suge knight on
pull my hammer out the drawer, throw my hoodie right on
i hang a n-gg- from the terrace
he looking like food all i need is a beverage
thirsty to pull the trigger, first we was n-gg-s
now i think about how to dump the n-gg- in the river
funny how money change close friends
brand new att-tude, laying low in the benz
f-ck a freestyle, everything cost a fee now
like paper for my lawyer, in case i see trial
took a bow like rihanna, i made a promise
to my old earth, i’m a be all that i can be, mama
you see karma’s a m-th-f-cka, it’s tony tucker
i don’t take ya b-tch on dates, i only f-ck her
these old school n-gg-s is f-cking washed up
i tide clorox n-gg-s, so homey squash what
if i don’t get every dollar of my bread
i’m a send the rottweilers for ya head, m-th-f-cka

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