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lalion - fist raised lyrics

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[chorus]
whole world sinnin non stop
ima tell your old girl, bring it up the block
bring it where you get it when you talking to the cops
puffin on dank, like the bank, got robbed
hey

[verse 1]
this is that 4 door whippin in the rain
sippin no shame
when the feelings don’t change
grippin gold chains
sick of sinnin, fist raised
middle finger stays, in the air same place
said the feeling don’t change
not even half ashamed, i don’t love you
its the blunt fumes, or the mushrooms
5th cup sipped up, and i been getting drunk too
looking at me like i’m interfering with the dust you
consumed, angle in the worst way
devil in a verse hey
f+cking with your friends said, “happy f+cking birthday”
feeling like i just shouldn’t have said that sh+t on a first date
flowing like an earthquake
in a third world state
ain’t no comin back from this an acid trip, you black your lips
now blasphemous, you blast the fifth, and act as if
you pacifist, but pass a fifth to pastor lips
that’s sick
[chorus]
whole world sinnin non stop
ima tell your old girl, bring it up the block
bring it where you get it when you talking to the cops
puffin on dank, like the bank, got robbed
hey

[verse 2]
this livin lit at a function
getting suctioned by 5 little munchkins
high off the funyons
i wanna dance with the devil in the red dress
god flow, pablo
esco, caso, sell this
like it was white on elvis
these elves live in my mind, they so selfish
redesigned the mind of a kid who’s helpless
who gon f+ck anything that walks, talks, got a little slot, i wanna nother shot
caught with a mistress
b+tch you getting jealous?
thought i told u mind your business
i told you that i ain’t got no feelings
i ain’t no no dentist
im just an oral hygienist
a sorted disendend
recorded offender
whos snorting soda with all the defenders
observing all off the embers
ironic cuz when im up on it
i be cold as december
you f+ckers better remember
im spitting acidic
assaulting the critics
who were the so called homies
[chorus]
whole world sinnin non stop
ima tell your old girl, bring it up the block
bring it where you get it when you talking to the cops
puffin on dank, like the bank, got robbed
hey



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