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lord lu c n - whisper lyrics

[pre-chorus: j.k. the reaper]
what you ’bout to do?
b-tch, i think i’m terry
i don’t chase no p-ssy or no rats, no tom & jerry
you n-ggas is scary
and i think it’s hilarious
b-tch, i’m underwater drinking air, an aquarius
b-tch, i’m an aquarius
so you know i’m wavy
you are not my homie
so i know you shady
it’s a slim chance that i know you gon’ play me
b-tches want the cocaine like we in the 80s

[chorus: denzel curry]
shhhh!
tell the p-ssy keep quiet
i don’t wanna hear no noise, keep it dead silent
ahhhh!
tell the p-ssy keep quiet
i don’t wanna hear no noise, keep it dead silent
ahhhh!
tell the p-ssy keep quiet
ahhhh!
tell the p-ssy keep quiet
ahhhh!
tell the p-ssy keep quiet
i don’t wanna hear no noise, keep it dead silent

[verse 1: nyyjerya]
b-tch, i peeped your game
you was never on my team
you just sending for the ring
but how you gonna ball with me if you can’t feel the pain?
i step up in the paint
you see crazy [?]
never in the main
watch out for my rain
i make it flood, tidal waves
i’m on tidal, so i’m paid
don’t think i got it made
my life an everyday struggle, and i never had a maid
you the help, you my slave
bow down to the infamous empress
known for dethroning you n-ggas who thought your threats was imminent
f-ck n-ggas send shots through the internet
when i pull up on your block, it’s no doubt i’m ending that

[verse 2: yoshi thompkins]
keep that sh-t down to a minimum
mimic me, you just a mini-me
don’t take my energy
i’m feeling [?]
you always talk ‘bout what you finna be
without no action, make it happen
no more fooling me, i’m fool on [?]
man, boynton beach
[?], i got that tool on me
so special, she step away, they don’t wanna [?]
they send them straight to me
i answer when i’m f-cking needed
never felt more live, i’m with the stars, [?]
hold up, now breathe in, breathe in
breathe out, press your b-ttons like beemo
just to see what you be ‘bout
we really savage
yeah, that’s what we be ‘bout
f-ck a b-tch in the treehouse
sit on my face, treat my d-ck like a seesaw
go up and down, go up and down
catch a nut, then i be out
kick a b-tch out her own house

[outro: j.k. the reaper]
it’s u season, motherf-cker
i know y’all n-ggas looking at this right now
you really hurt, i get it
my mother didn’t raise no fool
you shouldn’t take a picture, n-gga
you shouldn’t take a picture, n-gga
when we invited you to the party
you should have showed up
you can’t show up no more
i’ll slap the taste out your lips
give it back to your moms
put that sh-t in a f-cking present
and put it under a christmas tree
b-tch, because that is all you get
a gang of spit!
f-ck outta here!
your sh-t’s not popping, n-gga
sit down!
i’m calling out the stupid n-gga who tried to do the diddy bop in the middle of the circle
everybody thought you were tight
that was back in high school
not anymore!
game over!
n-gga, you look like pac-man
f-ck outta here

- lord lu c n lyrics

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