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lam3nto – up da score lyrics

part i

[intro]
haibo, huh, haibo, huh
grrr
blindigi (wow)
yeah (listen)

[verse 1]
princess rowen just dropped a reply (yeah)
he played the reverse uno on the bwouy
thought he the g+y one (ay, nah n+gga)
embrace your own community, don’t put us on your tier (facts)
clearly said you want a boyfriend, now your homies live in fear (ha ha)
that one day you might switch and confuse them with your thotties (woo)
the ones you claim you got, it might be don, it might be shlatty (it might be them)
’cause there’s no f+ckin’ way you getting laid by real b+tches (nah)
ain’t no b+tch gon’ let you hit, you ain’t even circumcised (what)
and if you are, i guess it must be recent (facts)
i ain’t misinformed, bro you told me that you fear it (brrr)
the f+ck boy persona all a facade, now i get it (no)
and you act like you got bodies, nah my n+gga, that’s all cap
you should just
send a d+ck pic ndoda sbon’ ujwabu (pha xha, pha xha)
send a d+ck pic ndoda sbon’ ujwabu (haibo)
send a d+ck pic ndoda sbon’ ujwabu (brrr)
took a play out of your book, being g+y (grrr)
so vez’ ujwabu mfan’ omncane (grrr, yeah, let’s go)
“not your regular pans+xual, motherf+cker”
that’s a quote from the soy boy who be better than the howler, n+gga
i’ma whoop your h0m+ ass (hawu), don’t hit back, i’m not your father (hawu)
a zulu man that craves for d+ck (hmm)
you embarrassing your culture (that’s facts)
bro, don’t mention t.m.p (no)
you don’t want no smoke with me (you don’t)
don’t let a n+gga fat as donovan hand you this defeat (hot)
say you got fat b+tches, man i’m sure it must be him (word)
coming in and out the closet, we’ll accept you as our queen (we will)
like your brand lexicion, ain’t n0body really buy it (ching)
saying now you straight, rowen tell us why you lying (why)
fiend for some wood, you the g+y bray wyatt (ha ha)
hope he waking up now that you the one who’s dying (vuka)
your girls faking pregnancies when you ain’t even naai’d ’em (hmm)
sat up on your face, now you got herpies and you crying (that’s tea)
bonolo uk’nik’ upan’, ngoku sew’halel’ umthondo (yoh)
saying she your best friend (brrr), wen’ ucingba as’nanqondo (hayi)
yeah, we get it, yeah, we got it
yeah, we hear you rowen (hayi siyakuva)
i’m sorry that my circle tight and that seems sus rowen (ndiyaxolisa)
it gets smaller ’cause i’m keeping all the realest rowen (‘bangani ‘bangenyani)
unlike you and your friends who say you mid rowen (facts)
no amount of sampling gonna save you from this smoke (no it won’t)
no amount of stealing lyrics gonna give you any hope (no it don’t)
no amount of cap raps gonna make you look dope (huh)
heard you laughing at me (no it won’t), i don’t really even get the joke (hayi man)
n+ggas calling you the g.o.a.t
then i might just slit your throat (awuyombuzi)
i don’t care about your tales about ncika with your folks (and’nandaba)
you gon’ turn on ’em one day when your d+ck get hard (balekani)
and revert back to type (bafethu)
they’ll accept for who you are
part ii

[verse 2]
they’ll accept for who you are
they’ll accept for who you are
they’ll accept for who you are (ay, yeah)
n+gga just wanna be h0m+ (woah)
ain’t none wrong bout that (ay uh uh)
you gotta change your name (change)
’cause you ain’t gon’ shoot no man (yeah let’s go)
your competition with b+tches (woah)
now you go work on that (yeah)
now you gon’ hit the club (hit it)
now you gon’ get that bag
thought you were hustling n+gga, what happened to forex? (yeah, what happened)
your love stories all the same and we all know that (yeah we know)
it goes to show that you don’t have more than one b+tch (no you don’t)
the one that gave you std, then you switched (ha)
your beats ain’t all that n+gga
you just pitch a sample and you add the drums (facts)
can’t afford to pay for tracklib, ngok’ ukhipha only on soundcloud (awunamali ndoda why)
if you think your mind games gon’ hurt me n+gga, you should up your stocks up (no)
oh wait, trading never worked out for you
now you’ll never get that bar, you b+tch (ha ha)
failed a grade in high school just to try to focus solely on the music (facts)
you still ass years later, it was all for nothing, man this sh+t is confusing (usa tshyaza)
safe sp+ce, we already knew you were g+y by hoes you hang with (it’s fine)
make it seem like you a ladies man, man we f+cking knew that you were faking (woah)
don’t have a single scar on your body
but you rap about sliding the block (ching)
btec bryson tiller saying he the best, bro your homies acknowledge you not (nah)
machete up your f+ckin’ ass since you love acting like a driller so much (brrr)
since you got a home that can call your own, n+gga you just been awfully loud (ho)
“bet, bet, bet, bet, bet, bet, bet” (bet)
that’s all you know
even yuji tryna sugar coat it but he know you slow (yeah)
your vocabulary too basic, n+gga you ain’t even gotta say sh+t (nah, nah)
you ain’t serenading these b+tches n+gga (nah)
you only making their ears bleed (grrr, baow, baow, baow, baow)

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