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muze sikk - horusun lyrics

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i don’t give nada to no not ons
you know who it be
man it’s muze sikk baby
riding in a “soon you’ll see”
i done stained the f-cking game
ain’t nothing new to me
when i slide right up in that dm she saluted me

son these b-tches
some these b-tches ain’t pulling no brichs
i purported every card so vicious
don’t go folding on me

i sit down upon my throne
up upon a cloud
chasing clout from day one what the f-ck is you about ?

rainman rainman
make it go away again
high top ceiling fan
big bag i’m brilliant
take that -ss to gilligans
sh-t on every feeling and
sh-t b-tch why you tripping and
i feel like a kid again

ripping this sh-t to shreds
and popping off like some meds
you pour it and i’ll devour it
swing and you’ll miss this maur pitch

this life’s just up and downs huh like a see saw
splash back in that -ss i’m basking deep off

in the cut
feel the burn like 50 bullets to the gut
r e s p e c t
is something foreign to these f-cks
so i slack i want it bad i want that heat seat
in seattle blowing diesel on your mistress

ain’t no mystery
i fl!ck that wrist elite
i am not the one you wanna whiffle with
belly of the beast bet i pickle it
bumba clot thot go and wiggle it
mf right i’m different
ain’t no red bottoms b-tch i like sh-ll toes
blah blah blah when i’m on like a cell phone
la la la i’m gone with the bells toll
nah nah not a d-mn thing i won’t impel tho

this is not what you wanted
i really be popping now
they want my autograph
ya
dip in atlantic and swim with advantages
they pay the t-the to the chancellor
b-tch i’m the pistol to brandish ya
i’m what you need in your canister
i’m not your mom i’m your manager
i’m not your thoughts i’m your amateur
miss me with all of that random sh-t

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