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nems - gahbage lyrics

[intro]
who the f-ck told you you was nice, homie?
f-ck outta here

[verse 1]
ya sh-t is basura (trash)
homie, you got shot, you was never a shooter (never)
i’m in the mirror, narcissist lex luger
and my ninety-four rugby lookin’ like grand puba
wifey like mary j. with the bucket though (bucket, though)
i wake up every morning like, “f-ck it, though”
b-tch, you ain’t beyonce
and ya home girls don’t really f-ck with you
you out here like latoya luckett, ho (hahaha)
b-m rappers wanna twist up faces
i’ll collapse they cheekbone and i’ll punch through braces (bow)
all that lean got you waking up dope sick
go to rehab, i’ll hit ya girl with the dope d-ck
i’m a g, though
n-gg-s be frontin’, not me though (uh-uh)
these bars’ll knock the confidence outta ya ego (all that)
won’t feature me ’cause they scared of the goon
and when i freestyle it knocks the f-ckin’ air out the room
boom

[chorus]
ya soundcloud is garbage (one follower)
ya mixtape is garbage (p-ss that, lemme break up this weed)
ya instagram is garbage (delete that)
the link in ya bio is garbage (f-ck outta here)
everybody you rhyme wit is garbage (garbage)
n-gg-, ya whole block is garbage (and p-ssy)
nine on me, n-gg-, give up ya wallet
ain’t no conspiracy against you, all ya sh-t is just garbage

[verse 2]
ya sh-t is hadaki (still trash)
jab, jab, uppercut, quiver ya body (boom boom bow)
i don’t care if you was goin’ to see papi
i smack b-tch n-gg-s like you out they isaac mizrahi (f-ckboy)
the clothes that you wear don’t make you nice, bro
grown–ss man out here lookin’ like a dyk- ho (stop it)
(stop it)
i talk wild sh-t, but i can fight, though
six-four, three hundred pounds, it’s f-ck ya lyfe, whoa
i’ll show you how to spaz on a tape
they tried to shoot me with the deuce-deuce, i laughed in they face (f-ck outta here with that little sh-t)
rappers out here spittin’ hazardous waste
i walk around, gold cuban with the lazarus plate, uh
coney island, that’s the planet of apes
hold ya kid for ransom but they won’t do me like harambe though (gorilla)
them xanny sticks got you lookin’ like a zombie, don’t remind me, though
i’ll smack you sober, word to mami, bro

[chorus]
ya dj is garbage (i threw him off the stage)
ya management is garbage (and he’s bald)
ya baby moms is garbage (and ya kid’s ugly)
the link in ya bio still garbage (still didn’t click on that sh-t)
the weed that you smokin’ is garbage (reggies)
ya production is garbage (and you suck)
f-ck you tryna kick knowledge?
i’ll smack the sh-t out you duke, you garbage

- nems lyrics

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