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lilcockpump - billie eyelash lyrics

[verse 1: lilc+ckpump]
godd+mn, my music really spreadin’ like a virus
i will not stop until you bow and call me heinous
yeah, i am dead serious, you can see it in my iris
put bad sh+t behind, but good sh+t remind us
that we are all one in this world, so call it warcraft
stay spittin’ out these rhymes, words, witchcraft
i’m shootin’, blastin’ hard and i’m flyin’ off like an aircraft
drink like i’m irish
sh+t, now i’m blinded
i feel like billie eilish, baggy sh+t under my eyeses
’cause i ain’t been sleepin’, but yes i’ve been f+ckin’ smokin’
vapes hittin’ out the bong, yeah, b+tch, i’m f+ckin’ chokin’
i get higher than [?] wearin’ some thongs like
get h+rnier than a bull dyk+
i might rough you up if you get three strikes
you might die tonight, no fight night
i’ll hotbox you out and i’ll put you up in a deep sleep
put you into a deep trancе and i skeet skeet
it’s beatin’ me ’cause i am feelin’ likе i’m the roadrunner
from a young age, yeah, i’ve been doin’ some stupid sh+t
rode my bike off a brick wall and now my tooth is bent
just put me on the mic and i’m hootin’ and hollerin’, ayy
these b+tches on my d+ck, yeah, i got a mob of them
and my d+ck is like some corn so they f+ckin’ slobbin’, huh
and it’s okay, i’m feelin’ okay today
but other days i feel like i wanna k!ll myself in a rage
i feel like r. kelly, like i’m trapped in the closet (yeah)
but i ain’t g+y, i’m tryna come out to some applauds sh+t
then win a grammy then everyone like my b+llses
i did it for the causes, yeah, so cut your losses
i write my own code to life, b+tch
i’m playin’ it my way and i like it
yeah, you wanna stay out my way ’cause i’ll respond, be gone
i up, down, left, right, put some cheat codes on
yeah, my life is real nice, nice
i don’t struggle no more to pay my rent, i
i love it
now everybody buggin’
’cause lil c+ck ain’t struggling, b+tch, i’m handin’ out love in abundance
[verse 2: london yellow]
i’m geeked the f+ck up
’cause four years ago, i called off and never looked back
now your mom is on my b+lls
people used to be like, “d+mn, that london kid’s a lost cause”
now their f+ckin’ kids around givin’ me applause (yay)
ayy y’all, when the f+ck is pittsburgh gon’ act like i exist?
do i have the wild out and get some fake tits?
protest, join sides, and get up on their jerk fests?
random women singin’ racists lyrics showing their br++sts (b00bies)
i’m f+ckin’ up the process
because it’s always gonna f+cked, you cuck
how you supposed to fix what come next?
learn and adapt, take it all in and fap
ever since i took that big breath, this sh+t’s been a life hack
in fact, i think i’m on the path to solvin’ sadness
it’s not fame, usd, and nor is it a bad b+tch
if you heard anything, you heard this
everybody needs a purpose
so figure out what makes your d+ck hard and lock focus (please)
i came the f+ck up, but it ain’t no hocus pocus (it ain’t)
put my f+ckin’ foot down and shifted gears, i hope you know this (it was hard)
if my r+t+rded ass can do it, n+gga, it ain’t hopeless
from f+ckin’ banana boats, but i’ma end up kissin’ oprah
on some “no, i don’t know ya” (yeah)
typical f+ckin’ rapper (what?)
smoking marijuana (yuck)
[?] on my body, not no dolce & gabbana
glass on my head, you can see what’s on my mind, don’t ya?
just a whole bunch of questions ’cause i don’t really be knowin’ sh+t (uh?)
and it really be like that (it really do), doesn’t it? (yes)
used to sleep on couches, now i’m sleepin’ with my cousins
like it’s incest is best, except we don’t really be f+ckin’ (okay)
my life is f+ckin’ awesome now (it is)
i think i blossomed, wow
so plant your seeds on mothers day, but don’t forget to plow (poke it)
you’re tellin’ me what to do, but you should take your own advice
i think i got it figured out, but you ain’t really lookin’ right (you look like sh+t)
your favorite rapper puts opiates in their sprite, we are lot alike
f+ck those crack heads, i’m not a rapper, i’m a troglodyte
i feel like k. dot leveled up, we gon’ be alright
left handed trapped inside a world, i’m not equipped to fight, f+ck
[outro: lilc+ckpump & london yellow]
hey bro
you tryna high+five with the c+ck?
uh yeah, sure lets high+five
alright, let’s do it
okay
ayy, lets high+five
hahaha, yeah
lets slap the b+lls
woah, what? i don’t wanna slap the b+lls
yeah

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