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noe1! - 8-bit lyrics

verse 1: she claim she the golden ticket
she look like a f+cking molded piglet
b+tch you can’t fold you liquid
b+tch man these are the oldest tricks in
token sticking in a arcade game
marmalade mane connalade lane
too much of my sh+t keep my sanity
sky rocketing my calamity
in my pocket is my f+cking vanity
can’t it be y’all b+tches profanity
gypsy and a princess
miss me with the incest
really is a insect
k!ll me when i disconnect
sk!lledly on the internet
will be on the guinеss
the f+ck you want pink lemonade
drink it and tastе then sink is it great
think with your brain ink minute maid
omg what the f+ck you want from me
you bumblebee wanna sting me
dungarees stuffed with green cheese
underling hair is a tumbleweed
half of the time you’re not even comforting
to have the nerve that you think i’m on the f+ckery
don’t ask for a f+cking thing
since you always wondering
come at me conceited you just a underseiged
so whatever karma hit you have a safe summer spring cunningly
high maintenance and disfunction
low self esteem i can’t with this d+mn disruption
sigh patience with crammed assumptions
why anguish this man it’s done and did (sour straw)
personalities sour patch kid
sermon vows to be an hour batch bins
serpent sally scour that list
burden owie i’m a fouler ass b+tch
triangle like i’m a square
prime example kinda i don’ care
so many variety of b+tches to pick
if they wanna ditch with the d+ck
snitch from the l!ck
mitch of the sl!ck
i got stitches and sh+t and
y’all act like i’m am at different
lay on my d+ck and play with this sh+t
chorus: you a motherf+cking 8+bit b+tch (x2)

verse 2: hate this sh+t not making sense
buying the bullsh+t cuz i ain’t mainstream
the underground make the pain seem
angry plain steam leave a stain gleamed
be on the same team
and not stick to the g+code
always be in beast mode
a human going out like a straight up menace
wait a minute b+tch you prety ugly like yo f+cking makeup missing
getting washed up like plates and dishes
life’s a b+tch so i won the race i’m finished

chorus: you a motherf+cking 8+bit b+tch (x2)
hate this sh+t not making sense
sh+t dosen’t even make a difference
they just gon make my plates and dishes haa

- noe1 lyrics

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