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j1hunnit - avant garde lyrics

[intro]
(keep it up, sharkboy)
(come on, kid)
you either get it or you don’t
(come on p)

[verse]
i’m fly as h+ll, might leave my closet hang glidin’
you gon’ f+ck around, get pregnant doin’ all that d+ck ridin’
i can still walk through my neighborhood without a chain hidin’
you only sixteen with a hat, no father guidance
jungle gym up in the street, these days, you’d see a kid slidin’
ain’t even took his sats, got thirty years and still smilin’
who am i to tell him chill out if i’m out here still wildin’?
tryna communicate with god, keep seein’ bird sightings
angel numbers on the clock, that mean time fightin’
doin’ dirt might block my blessings, but it’s so excitin’
i know this b+tch ain’t good for me, but she look so invitin’
buyin’ sh+t so hard to stay away
w+y+d me a b+tch to death, you mr. grand rising
see the sunshine creep up out her cat soon as her legs widen
shе know i ain’t the commitment type, but yеt, we still vibin’
every time i leave the b+tch, it feel like my whole world dividin’
she ask if i fell in love, yet don’t know i’m still decidin’
she manipulate me with her ultimatum, so conniving
if i leave, at least i get my soul back, the silver lining
rude shirt oversized, i chove a kasimodo
i might disappear today, feel like satoshi nakamoto
chrome heart wallet chain hang off the yohji yamamotos
avant garde, it’s hard to understand my virtuoso
it’s a thousand dollar piece, and you can’t even see the logo
don’t even ask, it ain’t even in your bracket, you just gotta know so
asian plug delete me in with brown sugar, boris kodjoe
put two feet on ground, i stay on top of chicken like a dobo
let’s get this chicken, f+ck everything else
louis v collab, her purse takashi murakami
fold this paper up and hit my shoebox origami
get a surfboard for they wave, you need a ship for this tsunami
that’s just the wave
mama used to let me stay up late to watch toonami
why the f+ck you actin’ like you that? you sell punani
i buy my hoes chanel and she ain’t right, no abercrombie
somebody pass a double cup, i think my throat strapped
i think success look like el fiber comin’ down the steps
i would’ve k!lled frank too for treatin’ me like the health
when it started to rain, i looked at it like jesus wept
[outro]
1hunnit

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