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gizmo (rapper) - typo lyrics

[intro]
lunar vision

[verse 1: gizmo]
five o b-tch i grind out
smoke every time i rise out
psilocybe, b-tch slimed out
everybody gon find out
tweaking with tweakers
i’ll blow yo mind through yo speakers
i’m from my head to my sneakers
and i feel like the veeter of venus
aye
why the f-ck these rappers taking xans or fentanyl
its like i’m stuck inside a loop
your music don’t make sense at all
i don’t give a d-mn i love this sh-t
and i ain’t even making sense at all
f-ck all these labels h-tting my line
i hit decline i end the call
ok

[hook: gizmo]
i’m micro-populous
i k!ll rappers in cycles
i’m so infatuated with murder
it lights up my light bulb
don’t know how high my high go
these p-ss-es call me psycho
i just love acting hype yo
you keep rapping in typos

[break: gizmo & kay p]
keep rapping in typos
boy what is you saying
huh, huh what
stupid b-tch
what the f-ck
aye let’s go
i don’t even, i don’t even know what these n-gg-s is saying half the time
aye
these n-gg-s just be talking and talking hah
aye, aye

[verse 2: kay p]
boy hush up
i whip my meat out in front of yo b-tch and i bet gon she suck up
i see these n-gg-s want leach onto my come up
you come up to me and yo -ss will get cut up
wearing my chain and now it look like the sun up
that b-tch give me brain it was fire, you saw though
heard that song that you drop
boy you rap in a bottle
you sending shots i deflect em like hanzo
you can get faded b-tch i’m like invader zim
i want a watch her c-m with a b-tch
i am like satan, this goth is my latest b-tch
i wanna watch her come suck on my d-ck
i cannot seem to get rid of these urges
i’m cursed, i’m the worst person to f-ck with
these n-gg-s hurt cause i pull off and skrt
and i know, but yeah i got hoes and some f-ck sh-t
i ain’t f-ck yet but she say she in love with me
and you put a ring on it that b-tch a dove to me
feelin like double d i’m on the culdesac
run on me you can get beat like you smoke a sac
shiva and gizmo you know we be smoke thrax
come for yo head someone gotta hold us back
i ain’t rick ross but these n-gg-s can’t hold me back
walk thru now they head turn like shoulder detached
used to not f-ck with me guess what i’m over that
i f-cked your b-tch i’m known for that yeah
can’t keep my d-ck in my knickers
she gonna eat it like snickers hmm
they see me wanna take pictures
this ain’t no verse its a scripture
yeah little b-tch i’m the greatest
bye, you b-tch

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