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lil ox - anarchy lyrics

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[verse 1: lil yachty]
stay with the map like apple
talking that sh-t, have them come in your chapel
young n-gga fly, i can fly pterodactyl
got a new b-tch with a son, he a rascal
i get the bag from the city, the capital
these n-ggas fake and lil boat be the actual
beefing online but in person you rational
i do not get it
making this money, it’s making them livid
the sh-t that you rap bout, you know you don’t live it
i got the coupe with the top, you can lift it
i got the coupe with the engine, go drift it
diamonds they wet like a cup of the mystic
living this life, so futuristic
stay optimistic

[hook: lil ox] anarchy, anarchy
my life it look like your fantasy
you can’t imagine my salary
counting my money like calories
women they all coming after me
call me a friar like gasoline
i’m on the track it’s a masterpiece
i steal your girl that’s a tragedy
all of these dudes they mad at me
i keep on balling like 23
no one can stop me it’s anarchy
anarchy, anarchy, anarchy
aye, ooh, no one can stop it’s anarchy
anarchy, anarchy, anarchy
no one can stop me it’s anarchy

[verse 2: lil yachty]
off the top of the dome
i’m a big boss, al capone
rocking [?] like my name was jerome
you want the smoke, told the boy to come on
all of the gang members, what’s up and i’m on
f-ck with the set, look at my phone
i do not club, that’s not what i do
i stay at home and sleep in the stu’
plotting on ways to build up revenue
catch me outside on the old avenue
been a star player, check the attributes
ben ’bout the guap since i had sessions too
know they want the boy hung by a noose
won’t catch me lacking, i stay with the truth
shoot night roofs, and a light handed loops
shoot, shoot, shoot

[verse 3: lil ox]
yeah you know your b-tch was droppin
you know ur b-tch was poppin
why you mad bro
cause you didn’t kno
that i went to yo house
and f-cked on yo hoe
and you didn’t even kno
yeah bro
i do the anarchy all over the place
r. i. p. anarchy acres
but this sh-t ain’t a race
nah i ain’t no tay-k
i ain’t got no ak’s
but you kno we gotta free lil tay
where you at icy narco
we finally got back slime
pump where is the dropout
woah
alr i shouldn’t be roasting these rappers
cause they was my daddy



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