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$imonp@ulz@ch - 4sinx + 3 = 0 lyrics

[intro: rich triscut]
young rich triscut
a.k.a. the hacky sackin’ cracker
we got so many books

[verse 1: rich triscut]
yeah, b-tch, i’m
runnin’ up on haters like i run a lap around a track
h-lla wack, callin’ me a waffle ’cause i h-lla stack
spittin’ like a maniac, sharper than a f-ckin’ axe
-ss so round that i call that sh-t a cul-de-sac
run up on you shootin’ out the window of a cadillac
shawty wanna smash, but she low tier little mac
call her back, p-ssin’ on a lame like a quarterback
thicker than an almanac (god d-mn)
my squad and i white like a blizzard, i chop you like liver
my flow goin’ in like a river
she throwin’ that -ss in a circle like a fidget spinner
enchanting your girl like a wizard
deliver like amazon, never takin’ long
murderin’ every song, like i’m babylon
homie your track a mistake like no condom on
hungry like ramadan, b-tch
i’ll slow it down for you, dmv
’cause y’all squares like you’re tryna talk emc
see my tracks blew sky high, tnt
to my broke days, bye bye, tbt
i got more chicks on me than at kfc
i got bands and b-tches that’s a b&b
i got fans and i’m richer than at usc
(yo, that’s loaded) yeah, i know, boy
i’m hotter than lava, i’m sweet like a guava
i’m dropping hearts like i was baby moana
she wet like a sauna, she giving me brain like head trauma
y’all won’t copy me like melania
powered up like i’m a chakra, you poorer than ghana
i’m changing my flow like iguana
she ridin’ my d-ck like a honda, i’m spicy like salsa
we flexin’ like pump (esket-t)

[verse 2: lil cashew]
comin’ in hotter than the motherf-ckin’ sun
i’m the king like oedipus the mother f-ckin’ son
b-tch i am number one, pull up with a hand gun
rappers playin’ dirty but i come back, that’s a and one
fresh taki flow on your b-tch
that’s spicy, neck icy, yeah we in this b-tch
my homies and me, yeah we just gettin’ rich
i think i’m a seeker cause i’ll catch a snitch
d-mn, this flow smooth, don’t need no lubrication
i got so much green, got so much vegetation
this the obliteration, no exaggeration
’cause i bring the rain, that’s the precipitation
but you need a fire station, glaciation on my wrist, huh
fornication with your b-tch up in the filling station
word master ’cause i’m castigatin’ respiration
yeah i’m all across the nation like discrimination
(wait d-mn that’s too real
let’s get back to the ignorant sh-t)
f-ckin’ on a b-tch from africa, she got djibouti
f-ckin’ on a b-tch, she do it doggy, scooby-doo me
so many haters, if only they knew me
but no one see through me, these rappers amuse me
i’m rawer than sushi, spit fire like fuji
i don’t want to swim cause i’m drownin’ in booty
wear nothin’ but gucci, like jamba, i’m juicy
she want that cashew d, yours little like uzi

[outro: young privilege]
hey
yo, man, we need help on this summer -ssignment
we don’t know what to do
f-ck, man
jersey mike on the beat though
catch y’all later

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