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lil' vader - speedrunner lyrics

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[verse 1: lil’ vader]
she’s gone through, half the group she a speedrunner
she hit you up, you think it’s a big honour
she think she hot, i tell that b+tch it’s not summer
shout to quavo, my girl is a ‘big stunna’
i got, twin glocks they go dumb and dumber
leave an l on his forehead like your man a plumber
i got a cannon on my leg, i’m a real gunner
i got a cannon in my hands, turn you to a runner

[verse 2: niumoney]
you fitting, zero hoes in your tesla
had the baddest b+tch, but then you went and messed up
coming up with bullsh+t like “i swear i’m just stressed out”
left him in the past like let’s see who’s got stress now

[verse 3: lil’ vader]
and f+ck that hoe from leicеster
she think she thе sh+t but she mid, iniesta
bringing in the cash like lv an investor
got to the bag but i’m still driving in my venza
you won’t catch me in no model 3
caught that boy lacking with his b+tch down in lonsdale quay
leave his body wet like a water gun from dollar tree
he say he a lifeguard so we left his body in the sea
[verse 4: niumoney]
ass fat but you can’t grab that
saw your new b+tch tell me why she got a flat back
couldn’t do better make that man wanna backtrack
need a birkin bag you couldn’t even buy a backpack

[verse 5: lil’ vader]
verse 5
no aubrey but ‘look alive’
i gotta knife
but i keep a sword, don’t need a knife
might take a life
make his body twitch, f+ck a live
beef is live
spoiler alert you finna die

[verse 6: niumoney]
shotout yachty but this ain’t a lil boat
drop me in the ocean all this ice still gonna float
fendi, prada, bought myself a brand new coat
you think that you’re hard got me laughing like a f+cking joke

[verse 7: lil’ vader]
send him home on a stretcher
why he do that? i thought he would know better
why’s your hoe at my place in your sweater
it’s getting hot inside, check the weather
(check the weather)
pass the b+tch i’m the setter
this ain’t real love, no martin and correta
acting tough, we turn him to a bed wetter
i’m not trippie redd, i ain’t sending love letters



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