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lil mim$ - no melodies?! lyrics

[part i]

[intro]
i’ma rap like darkie, hold on

[verse 1]
everybody want to f+ck on my b+tch
now everybody want to suck on my d+ck
gimme racks, b+tch i’ll never sit
no melody, because i’m a b+tch
i’m lazy as sh+t, and i like good tits
i f+ck a b+tch in the back of my whip
i got all this money and you know that it’s sweet
you making that ass while i nut on this beat
this beat got a melody
when i’m whipping my d+ck, yo b+tch beggin’ “please,”
i’m just like a squirrel, i’m climbing these trees
i’m just like a rapper, i’m flexing these g’s
f+ck your b+tch in the ass, she coming back, and she cummin’ fast
undefined is gang, that’s fact
everybody want to eat my ass
i’m hating my music, i’m quitting this rap
i don’t care b+tch, you smelling like ass
i f+ck a b+tch in the back with class
i’ll give a shoutout if you give me 10 racks
ruh roe raggy, i’m eating your snacks
you know that i got a fat ass
[part ii]

[verse 2]
why that b+tch want to talk?
she don’t want my money she want my c+ck
i f+cked 10 dudes while wearing these socks
it ain’t g+y come suck on my c+ck
aye, everybody talking sh+t, dexx ray, please get off my d+ck
rapping sh+t and i’m building with bricks
f+ck you, go cut up yo wrists
aye, i don’t give a sh+t about you or your family
i’m rich as sh+t, yeah, i got canopy
one day i’m blowing up randomly
in school, still gotta ask to go pee
f+ck everybody, i’m rapping again
i’m sucking yo d+ck, then i’m shooting your friend
i got a fat ass, most see when i bend
i want to relax, flex the money i spend
f+ck 6ix9ine and the cars he rent
let’s go camping and f+ck in a tent
i got a big d+ck, most see when they bend
i don’t wanna relax, want to shoot you instead
f+ck dexx ray and the goons he sent
let’s go golfing i’m like dj khaled
that b+tch touch my d+ck, now it going flaccid
that b+tch love my d+ck, so now she want to smack it
that b+tch got fake tits, they plastic
[part iii]

[verse 3]
i don’t give a sh+t, i might blow your f+cking back in
i don’t give a sh+t, i might blow your f+cking back in
i don’t give a sh+t, i might blow your f+cking, uh
i don’t give a sh+t, i might blow your f+cking back in
if you wanna talk, you get popped, i ain’t cappin’
you telling me to quit, f+ck that, i stay rappin’
shout+out to syrnge, that b+tch a b+tch he staying cappin’
my d+ck too big, oh, sh+t, i’m in—
i’m getting high off ketamine
and now i’m sl+tting on that dirty b+tch
her ass is big, i fit my fist in
f+ck it i stay fisting
everybody want my cash, i give some for a kissing
you can sit there wishing, i’m hiring a hitman
so he can shoot my hatred, lil homie i stay baking
adventure time way i’m putting pancakes with my bacon
shoot that little cop, turn that pig into some bacon
i’m hating all this music, all this music that i’m making
i got a lot of racks so that p+ssy can stay hating
i got a lot of aching

[outro]
man, that sh+t was ass
i—, literally, i need to stop making music
’cause, like, i got too much money piling in my room
it’s looking like a bank vault
i’m f+ckin’ yo’ mama, and her p+ssy lookin’ like a bank vault
’cause i’m filling it with money

- lil mim lyrics

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