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lyrical moron - wants me 3 lyrics

hook
gang going crazy, gotta keep it going
wearing all this jewelry, feel like i’m snowing
go crazy on the track, imma get them blowing, she say that she want me so imma keep it going
gang going crazy, gotta keep it going
wearing all this jewelry, feel like i’m snowing
go crazy on the track, imma get them blowing, she say that she want me so imma keep it going

verse 1
go crazy on the track i’ll give you a heart attack when i get a new bag i’mma blow all my cash but this chain a couple racks….what is that….that’s a rap tryna rap time to rap
too many bars that i spit on this beat and
to lyrical i can not be defeated
feel roddy rich i come every season
he way to greedy so why should i please him
it he a snitch he gеt beat til he pleading
if hе a b+tch he get beat til he bleeding
spilling the tea but i like with sweetening
do what i want from am to the evening

don’t speak on my name for you get hit with this crane
i ain’t no playstation why you playing games
i’m just having fun i ain’t worried bout fame
when i find the beat i’mma start to go crazy

hit it from the back
imma get a rack
imma get a stack
imma rap a track
have a rapid rap
stacking black on black like it’s the summer (cause i’m hot)

living in a mansion i ain’t worried bout no bummers

f+ckin wit a rubber

they cannot figure me out so i sit back and watch
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bought a ap and it’s my favorite watch

gotta wifey and she lookin real hot

you got a gf she built like a box

i spent 300 hundred on one pair of socks

can’t take my heart no more cause it is locked

on a streak right now i cannot be stopped

shoot em down cause that n+gga an opp

hook x2
gang going crazy

gotta keep it going

wearing all this jewelry

feel like i’m snowing

go crazy on the track

that will get me blowing
say that she want me so i keep going

verse 2

opp ass n+gga you cannot f+ck with me
got a 30 clip and a full magazine
shooting at the ops now that n+gga can’t breath
he don’t get money he saved for me

really don’t hang don’t hang with the gang for no reason so why do you keep on claiming me
n+ggas know i don’t really f+ck with girls so why do you keep on claiming me
n+ggas don’t want me to rap in this game and they super mad so they be framing me
rappers keep selling their soul….but it really ain’t worth fame to me

lyrical myrical spiritual kid imma a artist no rapper the difference is clear to ya
getting to cold after all of this pain in my heart so they call me anclamidia you a paper chaser i’m nascar racer you a f+cking hater im an alligator imma eat the beat up with a 33 i’m placing bricks so don’t talk sh+t b+tch

my n+gga caught body so he stay in his cell
glock 9 loaded shot ringing them bells
they swear to god so they going to h+ll
they lil nas x on the way the fell
(who puts blood in a shoe though, like the f+ck?)

- lyrical moron lyrics

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