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lil polar – stranger kii lyrics

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[intro]
yunno what sucks?
disstracks
and the fact that you
famkii
can try to talk sh-t?
please

[verse 1]
yeah we in the upside down
tables have turned, b-tch, turn your -ss around
we don’t talk about the sh-t that you hawk up
in fact, i don’t think anyone once tried to talk, huh
you’re sh-t and you motherf-cking know it
you can’t play the part, you’re c tech, like a bad moses
yeah i know it
you fire at me, we knew you’d motherf-ckin blow it (yuh)
your sh-t is -ss
you think you’re ranked at number 1 but you’re last
i took a shot at you in my last track
but that was just a decoy, and why you may ask?
i’m a fortune teller
rain on my parade and i bring an umbrella
can’t phone home, et, back to your cellar
hiding in your moms house, bas-m-nt dweller
did i diss you? never
so write down you last will and testament
you think you got me on ropes, but i severed it
you got a “job” with no prerequisites
while i don’t have a job and i’m poor
but
you still can’t step to me
your taste of music is sh-t, you got no cuisine
you fondle fern while listening to your boy, posty
and do the same thing to some mouldy ost

[hook]
yeah i got the key
you takin shots at the best? you getting stranger, kii
you taking ls all around, it aint strange to see
you hoppin in between topics, this was made for me
i could rock your -ss in a major key
i’m a stone cold k!ller, you a cake to me
imma waddle over you, call me ‘dana dee
yeah i f-cked your b-tch first, you some mouldy cheese

[post-hook]
you g-y
yeah
that’s right
uh
yuh

[verse 2]
you can’t handle this pressure
like your b-tch that you motherf-cking made up
we all know you’re into dudes
and you don’t seem to be a f-cking player
and by the way
sans isn’t a fighter, so you gotta put your face up
no crotch shots, bro
and don’t even think about hiding it with makeup
your language gave me cancer when i read it
you put dots on your o’s, i just don’t get it
don’t stream my b-tch got depression
could beat you in smash with a stable connection
no one cares if you play persona
it’s been 3 years, it’s f-cking over
you’re almost dead, b-tch, almost finished
you’re pinned to the ground, now we’ve hit the pin limit

[hook]
yeah i got the key
you takin shots at the best? you getting stranger, kii
you taking ls all around, it aint strange to see
you hoppin in between topics, this was made for me
i could rock your -ss in a major key
i’m a stone cold k!ller, you a cake to me
imma waddle over you, call me ‘dana dee
yeah i f-cked your b-tch first, you some mouldy cheese

[outro]
this is what happens when you f-ck with lil’ polar
you get burnt
ironic
because polar is like
cold and
you get it
b-tch