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li’l goldie – fxck class, smoke gas❗️ lyrics

[intro: lil goldie]
bl+bl+black sheep gang
no face no name
+car noises+
+groan+

[verse 1: lil goldie & xanadu]
b+tch, i’m gettin gassed like i’m wearin striped pajamas
i been stayin heated like i’m sleepin in a sauna (yea, yea)
b+tch, just suck this d+ck
i don’t care about yo trauma (yuh)
i don’t give a f+ck about yo daddy or yo mama (yea, yea, yea)
everybody talkin, but i’m deaf
so i ain’t hearin sh+t
i blew too many pipe bombs
so i cannot f+ckin hear a bit
i’m smearin it
my f+ckin sh+t, all up on yo honda b+tch
like, f+ck the rich, suck my d+ck
pay yo f+ckin taxes b+tch
middle fingers up screamin f+ck the f+ckin system
(yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
i won’t ever be a victim to the motherf+ckin symptom
(yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
get some motherf+ckin wisdom and you’ll keep yo f+ckin freedom
but you suck they f+ckin d+ck, so i guеss you never winnin
so keep yo mouth shut when you f+ckin sayin my namе
i’ll cut yo tounge out, i ain’t f+ckin playin these games
ain’t ever gettin fame, all you f+ckin p+ssies is lames
like, what’s yo f+ckin name?
boy you puttin yo blood to shame

(ay, ay, ay
pass that sh+t bro)
(yea+ yea+ yea+ yea+)

[verse 2: xanadu]
f+ck this class
smoke this gas
hoe suck my d+ck while i make that cash
make that bag
shoot that gat
i k!lled that boy because he was a drag
pull out a blade, then i’m goin’ crazy
i am so high off of that lemon hazy
we might f+ck, it’s only a maybe
i don’t really give a f+ck if you hate me
in a trance he goes, guess i’ll see him in the afterlife
cocaine on my nose, i’m a white boy and i’m snorting that white
i don’t want you hoes, you don’t want me, lil b+tch, stop lyin’
leave me alone, it’s like everyday i’ve been getting so high
f+ck this b+tch
imma drop out this b+tch
imma sock out that b+tch if he talk sh+t
i get it, i get it
you wanna be me, but you will not admit it
i’ll split your brain, just give me a minute
a second to bless you hoes in the crowd
(you sound like a f+cking gremlin)
that’s the point, b+tch shut yo mouth
i don’t give a f+ck about no motherf+ckin hoe bag
talk ‘bout some lil wh0res and we got that lil b+tch so mad
you sayin’ i sound awful, but i got a show to yell at
and i don’t see you preformin’ those sh+tty ass trash raps, lil b+tch

[verse 3: scar]
f+ck lil’ b+tch up in my snapback, if you talk then run back, uh
all these p+ssies so mad, wait until i get my new bag, uh
just rolled up a zip zap, smoke it down and then i tap tap, uh
tap tap on lil’ shorty ass, lil b+tch i make it clap clap, uh
pu+pu+pull up with a blade, choppin b+tches like filet
if you run away then i’ll find out where you f+ckin stay
everyday, when i wake up b+tch i get my pay
smokin ’woods and smokin fools like it’s gta

[hook: scar]
f+ck class, smoke gas
everyday a duffel bag
smoke gas, f+ck class
start a riot on yo ass
f+ck class, smoke gas
slap you with my f+ckin mag
smoke gas, f+ck class
better run i’ll get yo ass
f+ck class, smoke gas
everyday a duffel bag
smoke gas, f+ck class
start a riot on yo ass
f+ck class, smoke gas
slap you with my f+ckin mag
smoke gas, f+ck class
better run i’ll get yo ass

[outro: scar]
yuh

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