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mournteo - r.a.l lyrics

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[intro]
when will you learn that your actions have consequences

[pre-chorus]
i got the (huh) slap on my wrist (slap on my wrist)
the patek, the rollie, and a.p. look really nice on my fist (bow bow)
he takin’ his grills out and swingin’ at me but i’ll never flinch (nah)
puttin’ my hands up 1-2 i’ll body then put you up in a ditch (yuh yuh)

[chorus]
caucasian white boy in the slums of romania
i backpack the truth and pull up in albania (b-tch)
he cookin’ up slabs off the coast lithuania (yah yah)
steal for no profit….kleptomaniac

chocolate f-dg- belt when i trot up the louis store
pimpin’ me hoes and i f-ck with the groupie hoes (b-tch)
gotta hit first so we keep it all on the lows (yah yah)
build your own b-tch, do it at lowes

[verse #1]
gucci flip flops as i drive in d-day (yuh)
skrt skrt skrt, water froze up airway (eh)
re-enact god make it big on broadway (okay)
slimey -ss hoe make my profit doomsday

imma head out to the sto (sto)
wearing nuthin but i got my draws
if plan a fails then i need me one mo (mo)
got a plan b that i bought from the drugstore

i don’t need no help (i said) i don’t need no help (no help)
yung sussy toxic made it on his own boy can’t you tell (f-ck)
ramsay built me a new bed (-snore- sound) i know i’m in my prime (prime prime)
i lay down in bed with my flute and play ocarina of time (b-tch)

[chorus]
caucasian white boy in the slums of romania
i backpack the truth and pull up in albania (b-tch)
he cookin’ up slabs off the coast lithuania (yah yah)
steal for no profit….kleptomaniac

chocolate f-dg- belt when i trot up the louis store
pimpin’ me hoes and i f-ck with the groupie hoes (b-tch)
gotta hit first so we keep it all on the lows (yah yah)
build your own b-tch, do it at lowes

[verse #2]
oh my god miss keisha is so f-ckin’ dead (oh my god)
autops showed her with two slugs in her head (pull’em out now)
if i find the perp then i will slip him a big perc (ayy)
lace it with fentanyl….let the chemicals do work….let it do work (f-ck)

trade in my p-ssat, got a brand new audi (skrt skrt)
decals with some h-rns, when i pull up i say howdy
the fumes in the back makes the car get rowdy (zoom zoom zoom)
throw an egg at me, pole leave you wit dead body (b-tch -ss hoe!)

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