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jichiya - disappear lyrics

[chorus]
i wish i could disappear
i pray the lord keep the fake away
i wish i could disappear
ask the lord to keep the hate away

[verse 1]
speedin to the money yall got 4 flats
try to knock me you’ll be dead at the door mat
question me, get sum shit you never asked for
these niggas think they fly, my niggas check that p-ssport
please dont make a scene because im camera shy
i ain’t got no type, im not that type of guy
money third, money second, money first
all that bullshit dead and imma crash into the he-rs-
hop in the whip, to the top is where i drive to
road to riches, i treat pussy like a drive thru
you dont want no problem, you dont want no trouble
married to the game, dont we make the perfect couple
i can’t get too deep, ain tryna lose my shovel
haters music to my ears, watch me cupid shuffle
had to check the time, this was perfect timin’
you just a pussy, i’ll send bullets at ya hymen

[chorus]
i wish i could disappear
i pray the lord keep the fake away
i wish i could disappear
ask the lord to keep the hate away

[verse 2]
fuck the world, can’t wait till it conceive
never sleep, every night like christmas eve
they can’t see me, but they can’t overlook me, had to buy some tampons cause all these niggas pussies
live by the sword, and die by the sword
i dont do relationships, cause i can’t climb aboard
no strings attached, they still making knots
we got the picture, and yall still connecting dots
i married money, and yall wifin thots
gotta break the gl-ss when i shoot my shot
we need our bread, the pan and the crumbs nigga
we can’t feel you like our fingertips numb nigga
i’ll admit it, i’ll admit, yea i do my dirt
and when the tables turn, i put a napkin in my shirt
workin like a slave, its no off dayz
i ain’t the bank, i ain’t jesus, so i dont save

[chorus]
i wish i could disappear
i pray the lord keep the fake away
i wish i could disappear
ask the lord to keep the hate away

[verse 3]
these niggas ain’t eatin, i got a appetite
speedin to the money, fuck the traffic light
bit save all that bullshit, be a gigabyte
all these b-tches nasty, dont need parasites
i think the money turned me to a lunatic
flow nasty, need a mop and a broomstick
they said that i would never be shit
now im wavy and im makin niggas seasick
ion make mistakes, i just make it lit
turn a microphone into a candlestick
(x2)
we ain worried bout nobody tryna fuck wit me
talk is cheap, no tax, buy one get one free

- jichiya lyrics

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