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maderra - twelves lyrics

i got a million and one flows
and errbody knows
i spit a quick 96
like it’s some short story prose
i walk it out like a ghost
hip hop edgar allen poe
you spit like flint lock pistols
i spit just like an m4
then smoke the indo indoors
og hotbox out the tinted windows
i like me a pretty nympho
no clothes lower back dimples
old soul gotta keep my circle small around me like the at symbol
learned that from getting swindled
over half a rack
like you a b-tch bro
now clearly folks you’re dealing with
a man outside his own ear and nose
like here it goes
clears throat
i’m the best there is
murder these beats like its serial
nah i ain’t talking bout cheerios
man you talkin’ like a b-tch bro
is you getting your period?
like here’s a pad
smoke a dab
then hit the dab
cuz these b-tches bad
i’m in the lab
i’m cookin crack
but ain’t cookin’ crack
well it’s f-ckin’ crack
you know what i’m sayin’?
got all these hoes just repeating all the words in my songs
ya you like that? i like ya thong!
now take it off

like ooo ooo ooo
gotta stay new new new
but i rock old old old
cuz im just cl-ssic ya know?
and you just plastic you know?
man i got dope
and i got c0ke
and i got smoke
and i got every other type of powder you gon blow
take a ride on lolly the trolly wit a white girl named molly
karate chop the beat
im lyrically bruce lee
i roll up them swishers while rollin’ in the cherokee
i blow on that headband it steps up my syntax
i know this hoe crazy
but at least she a double d
so i’ll keep her company
and sting her like a bumblebee
so vibe with me
ride wit me
while the jakes playing hide and seek
i’m wilding
while i sing the blueprint
for my dynasty

my technique impeccable
b-tch crazy i let her go
she just so state level while i’m so federal
smoke on that medical sedate my frontal lobe
i think i think too much
i think i drink too much
but as they say man you only live once
l1ck on my t-st-cl-s you owe me that much
dose on that acid with the music i am one
i’m abusing the stuff
been accused more than once
you a nuisance i’m foolish to think you wouldn’t do this more than once
what a shame you’ve become
you a stranger to the girl that you was
it’s so dumb
but your gig is up
you ain’t bougie enough
for my taste buds

nah i ain’t into no trades man dis sh-t got no stock options
i ain’t in this sh-t to make friends stop that c-ckblocking
your sh-t just sounds like some ka ka
and you rockin’ knockoffs
i been sippin’ i need a top off
she was a 7 till she took her top off
and got down on her knees and sucked on my python
in nylons so now she an 8
and thats generous
but she way better than your girl who looks like the jenner b-tch
so go ahead and call me a degenerate
i already know
my preference is decadence
please pardon my defensiveness
i seem to attract sociopathic narcissists
but i knew this
so i guess im just a m-s-ch-st

that’s artificial love
man i been targeted enough
i been like 3 times in cuffs
man i can see through your bullsh-t i been calling bluffs
man it’s so sad to see b-tches these days is heartless as f-ck
and all they want is your paper and blunts
so go ahead laugh, laugh it up
because when push comes to shove
karmas gon’ rack rack me up
and it’s gon’ backhand your b-tt
ay baby dont you wanna fanta
gucci my bandanna
tunechi on the antenna
and the twelves in my fender bender

- maderra lyrics

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