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fl0cals - sal00nt0wn lyrics

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feeling like im shrek n when im creepin out the bayou
i’m flipping my pistol and whipping it just like its high noon
motherf+ckers wanna try me imma show you
how the metal cl!cking right in front of you outside the bayou

hi you, whats new, shot dead, f+ck you
hi you, whats new, shot dead, f+ck you
hi you, whats new, shot dead, f+ck you
hi you, whats new, f+ck you

imma take a bar to scream up on the zan beat
aaa,aaa,aaa,aaa. thats a motherf+ckin feat
you think i know some real people to feature up on the beat?
it might be lonely but i do this sh+t by myself every week

and now i tell ya, i t+t+t+t+t+tell ya
d+d+doug dimmadome with a hat that he’ll melt ya
im smoking you off like the pack that’ll melt ya
im blowing the smoke out the chim+eny santa
they called me a reindeen so my name is prancer

we 2 months into a brand new year
and in 10 months, aliens, zombies near
you tryna tell me that you never played cod
i was an og, black ops one on screen
you throw a white flag up, looking like its a sheet
ill slap your b+tch ass with a napkin like my name is requis
you got flashbanged, p+ssy boy, got no game
i took my life out of your hands like i was sn+tching a chain

yeah i was trying to come around every once and a while
the marijuana made me realize that you were a clown
all you can do to entertain is put a screen, in front they face
thats not, how i was raised, my mom should change her ways

but she wont, saying, “this will all blow over tommorow” and what a joke
it was, your son dont act, the way he was, maybe its just because
the pills, are trauma slugs, mom and dad were one of those
look in the mirror and im punching left right my demons close

f+ck you
this beat some fire, ill smoke you
flipping my pistol and whipping it just like its high noon
oh we got a standoff, in the saloon town, i call home, get your paces out
1,2,3,4,5,6,7 got a dark fit on im rockin and i feel like kevin levin (ayyy)
8,9,10,11 then ill send your ass straight up to heaven
b+tch i feel like cena, zǎo shang hǎo zhōng guó! bingchilling

zǎo shang hǎo zhōng guó! bingchilling
l!cking on a ice cream cone thats a nice feeling
coolin my tounge fl0 spit some hot fire
but im not a rapper, super hot fire
and if im being honest i would hurt the amazon driver
that f+cker marked it as delivered, like a scam up on fivver
ill take your van away n live in it, i ran off the grid
you should have thought twice, knock em out and breaking his chin

ohana living like im stitching b+tch i feel like a virus
n f+ck that old town road i live on i am not billie cyrus
i havent set a d+mn foot on that side of town
but when i do, itll be the last time i show my face around

vice or vice versa the visa
booked a one way flight ill never see ya
and when i touch down its gon be nice to meet ya
cause when i finally leave my past i can change my demeanor

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