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ham sandwich [usa] - your dad look like an abra lyrics

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flow giratina, it might be demonic
wallet morpeko, i’m filling my pockets
they say money talk and my bag is symphonic
i buy out the anne and go chill in the tropics

i’m somewhat iconic, they scared of the toxic
i’m way beyond ill, f-ck an antibiotic
i don’t wanna talk if the bag ain’t the topic
i’m running through green in the hills like i’m sonic

i’m lumiose fitted, my sauce is too copious
kricketune chopper, this sh-t too melodious
feel like a zangoose, these snakes are too odious
banana clips, let em fly like a tropius

mega altaria draco, i’m floating it
pull out the chopper when it’s not appropriate
y’all switching up when you move like it’s protean
goons gonna get em and all his -ssociates

scolipede, rounds are extendin
that b-tch want money, get out of my mentions
they all follow me, i demand the attention
am i the best? it’s not even a question

i cannot be stopped cuz i’m breaking the mold
fade off a shear and you catching a cold
these n-ggas kartana, pull up and they fold
pokenav blowing up, sh-t getting old

feel like i’m mewtwo, i cannot be caged
i pull out the 40, the dragon’s in rage
bands on meowth, i’m just tryna get paid
chill with necrozma in ultra beast sp-ce

say i’m not hard you might be off a bean
feel like volcanion, just blowing off steam
that n-gga can’t run cuz i’m lookin too mean
if he signal for help imma pull out a beam

ay, yuh, shiny psyducks in my wallet man, that’s blue bills
y’all n-ggas on komala sh-t that’s blue pills
y’all wishiwashi n-ggas stay together till the fight real, f-ck blue gills
had to put my heart on that refrigerate and now this normal type is kinda too chill

your father might be a feebas, that n-gga way too elusive, huh
my b-tch got moon and i’m p-ssing her suns, so i guess that we trading exclusives, huh
remoraid n-ggas just hang on a n-gga who drippin, they kind of a nuisance, huh
i might just host up a pageant inside of my hideout just for my amus-m-nt, huh

my anger point is too low, try to catch me off guard and i might f-ckin lose it, huh
n0body round me want smoke like i’m off a repel but i didn’t even use it, huh
gun on my hip got a name and they calling it smeargle the way that i drew it, huh
you try to get at the champ and you catching a four cuz the squad full of shooters, huh

ay, every line hit, i ain’t minccino words
this kiddo the goat and you follow the herd
fetchin your b-tch and she calling me sir
i’m up in her loins and i’m making em purr

deerling evolve how i’m raisin my dough
sun shining future, i double my growth
regigigas how i started off slow
now i just chill on indigo plateau, yuh, b-tch

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