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limbx - bomb defused lyrics

[verse 1 + limbx]
yuh, aye
this sh+t too easy, they tryna be me
and i don’t give a f+ck ’cause they never believe
fake people creepin’ on me and they hate when i win
but i still get my bag, what i want, what i please
pull up with the 175, ghosty got choppa in front of your eyes
we are the beast, now get down on your knees
you’re not a g, b+tch i got the key, yuh
she likes the way i’m ballin’, got 23 all on my back
bring the f+ckin’ competition, man who’s next?
beat they f+ckin’ ass up, ric flair, suplex
i been gettin’ money, spending money, like i’m tony
motherf+ckers act so nice in front of me, yuh
they just different when they behind me
when i’m off the scene, they my enemies
drama this, drama that
will you ever shut your mouth?
man, i’m sick of hearing all of you complaining, b+tch i’m out
i’m not finish, i’m not done, you better run
’cause we’re the reapers in your nightmares
take your soul and burn in h+ll, b+tch

[verse 2 + ghostygand]
pull up on your block, f+ckbois no piece
f+ck diss, f+ck you, f+ck all of your crew too
step into my mind, got your body turn to blue
got limbx on my side, make a bl++dy pool
if i have to put you six feet deep, you know i will
i grew up learning it’s either k!ll or be k!lled
do or die, always ride, hold your side then make it right
aye limbx, it’s time to fly like garuda in the sky
f+ck her mouth, squeeze her neck
they are snakes, but i’m the plague
f+ck that b+tch, been h+ll and back
sumatera ghost back from the dead
don’t mind me, it’s time to go
got messages from limbx
eenie, money, money, mo’
ghosty shot this b+tch like rambo
okra cooking up some heat
he knew i like when it lit
ghost crew on my side, b+tch
anatema make you do moshpit
[verse 3 + limbx & ghostygand] (x3)
manifest all the dream i had
lotta people stabbed me in the back
tryna swag so bad, tryna make diss tracks
on god, yall f+ckbois wack
aye, i never been the one to cap
oh, now you mad? haha, okay, my bad
some chick on my dm tell me “i f+cking love your tracks”
yeah b+tch, play back
b+tch, play that back
outta my way, we going fast, no we don’t crash
man, i don’t care no more, they look confuse
i have nothing to lose
we making move, we’re not the hero
we’re the villain like de niro
they hate on me, wanna explode on me
i got their f+cking bomb defused

- limbx lyrics

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