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gloom unit - honey berry lyrics

(devereaux!)

[verse 1: acetone boogie]
yeah i be on that gloom type sh+t
it’s a movie when i pull up see the boom mic, yeah
all the goons right here off them shrooms like “yeah”
pass that loose leaf in a circle, put a spirit in the air p+ssy
you ain’t built for being in these sections i be moving in
won’t even speak on where i’m chillin’ cause the feds be tuning in
don’t trust him, is you stupid? real ones it’s just a few of them
you ain’t f+cking with daishin then you ain’t one is how i’m feeling pot
pop a couple perkys and i walk into thе circus
everybody shows me clown luv and they thank mе for my service
if she’s busted then i’m swervin’
if it’s slangin’ well i’m servin’
i’m a psychopathic warlord got them mistress there to service
why you bugging? why you nervous?
why you acting like a juff
don’t come ’round me acting hard you gon’ find out that you ain’t tough
ain’t got sh+t up in your hand and i’ma call you on your bluff
i be really where the pushers is you ain’t the f+cking plug
nah, you ain’t a f+cking thug you ain’t like us you ain’t a jugg
i’m h+lla good in every hood getting money with crips and bloods
double cup full of that mud ashin’ blunts all on the counter
got your baby momma here b+tt naked sniffin’ on powder (uugh!)
[verse 2: frankie goldie]
i be on my gloom type sh+t
i’ma cut a rug bust a move type sh+t (yeah) (huh)
i’ma squeeze the trigger clear the room type sh+t
he claim he busting grapes well start a food fight then (p+ssy)
no (p+ssy)
soft (p+ssy)
off top b+tch i’m clocking in
this that stick talk now that big mane on the block again
birds don’t fly but them chickens they gon’ flock again
the way she giving top she need it more than she need oxygen (yeah) (huh)
you should see me courtside yeah, i’m actin’ up again
i take the ball i run with it i know just what i’m up against (huh)
we getting live at pacific time if you just tuning in
they know that i’m the golden goose and guess who got the juice again
dirty meth pack who be grinding up the sudafed
smoking ex+lax bro you know that you ain’t with the sh+t
counting big stacks wiping blood off of the benjamins
f+ck your whack raps tell your momma that she raised a b+tch
never gonna play your disc i know that sh+t be hit or miss
but if you wanna f+ck with frank (?)
i’m making hits with devereaux i’m f+cking on these centerfolds
i beat the p+ssy up you p+ssies put it on a pedestal

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