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hunter klapperich - mr. seagull lyrics

intro:
ayo ayo ayo ayo ayo ayo ayo
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verse:
ship order i lay the groundwork, zipploc, i let wik seal it
i call on my dawg to finish like we popcorn readin
after tim got canned, we watched the film, he casually pealed it
dropped bill’s jalapeños, al thought i was weeded
peter appalled by my watermelon, i told him you need to get the seeded, unsure if he proceeded
framed photos to kreg once a month, he thinks i’m conceited
i be wild’n out, it’s all for a good reason, tis the season
i don’t f+ck with most y’all, i stay isolated like the bahamas
do some foul sh+t, i’ll put you on the line like alandra
like a zoo keeper, i feed jess’s iguana
i give her what she wanna, i get it from wakanda, #1 clientele next leap year
i stay rollin, because it’s a good year
f+k i buy your sh+t for, mines top tier
i’m in a different league, i got no peers
i got y’all hooked, like i’m some fishing gear
wild mushroom harvest with the help of the kubas
i be hunting for the prey like i’m a puma
i’ll be gifted, so i rap it into existence, i gotta stay persistent
any conflict, i don’t shy away from, i address it professionally like suit coats
i stay away from the extra sh+t, i don’t f+k with the sucrose
i’m eating off these letters, i call it spaghetti o’s
i need a queen, f+k these plenty hoes
not just them that gave me these many blows
goodwill shopping even through i have fenty dough
i feel like arugula how fast you see me grow
flight to mexico, i kick it with my amigo
n0body f+cking wit me, that’s just my ego
the flyest white boy, i feel like a seagull
i switch to my dirty flow
a lot of people here pretty slow
either that or they on heavy blow
you know, the substance that resembles snow
strictly on performance, it really shows
on the other hand, i really glow
like the jewelry store
if you know you surely know
from the back, give shawty them curly toes
10 minutes later she in comatose
i read her signs like a horoscope
i read them wrong, she’s a f+cking horror show
i don’t f+k with y’all, like i’m the pope
try to f+k with me, but i’m the kid from home alone
give you a scared face, like al capone
you not even the best in your group like bizzy bone
i’m all about i, you wouldn’t know by my cover art
i’m just taking what’s mine, i leave the rest of the vowels in y’all cart

- hunter klapperich lyrics

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