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nyck $avage – assematics 1776 lyrics

[intro: rey rivera]
listen boy, this the game i spit
hundred thousand niggas but i only suck one they d-cks

[nyck $avage]
whoa whoa, no. stop. delete that

[sample]
and as a special treat this evening
i have asked america’s foremost young poet
to read his latest poem for us

[verse 1: nyck $avage]
yo, yo, yo, ugh
yo fresh out that fuckin’ function i can’t even function
i’m bout to fuckin’ walk down the street i’m bout to fuckin’ beat
beat these niggas up, my homies around me
i’m so quiet you can’t even find me
you can’t even found me
ugh, aye, yo
i’m giving these b-tches the d-ck like it’s 1776
signed the declaration of independence
i’m independent
i’m so dependent on that blunt i’m bout to take a hit
take a hit, listen to me when i spit
i’m ’bout to fuckin’ motorboat your b-tches tits
i’m ’bout to flick the cl-t
i’m ’bout to fuckin’ give her the d-ck, give her the dong
i’m ’bout to fuckin’ give her that magnum dong, this monster condom
i’m so fuckin’ faded, b-tch
i can’t even fuckin’ believe we fuckin’ made it man, we fuckin’ made it man
i’m the fuckin’ savior of fuckin’ hip-hip
i’m bout give all these b-tch the hip hop c-ck
i’m bout to fuckin’, throw these fuckin’ pop rocks in this b-tches pussy
make that shit fuckin’ bubble, shit’s so gushy
shit’s so squishy, cars driving by me
they can’t even fuckin’ find me
i’m the fuckin’ go off this fuckin’ skateboard ramp, i’m bout to go on a rant
shoutout to my nigga, d shap
d shap make these b-tches -ss clap
i’m bout to go in on this fucking rap
you can’t even fucking define me
i’m bout to find me a piece of -ss that i can pound tonight
ugh, fucking nick@nite, that show’s kinda tight
i watch that shit every fuckin’ day of my life, ugh
shoutout to levine

[jidge]
every fuckin’ night
every fuckin’ night

[sample]

[verse 2: jidge]
fucking elatin’, fucking masterbatin’
nobody’s masterbatin’, we got pussy it’s late in
late in the night
that pussy’s late in the night
we’re waiting on the street, nicole robitille p-ssing out throwing up her shit
fuckin’ alcohol
fuckin’ making problems for everyone out her y’all, y’all
fuckin’ following me and cole where we walking’
walkin’, we balkin’
ain’t nobody know where we’re going we got fo’hs in
fo’hs in nicole robitille
fuckin’ throwing up on these bathrooms, got us in ties
ties with her family lies
family lies right here, nigga
we got friends, we got people partying’
we got people lovin’, we got people hatin’
everybody’s here, nobody’s getting late in here
it’s late, 11 o’clock, 12:30
sorry that shit is, 12:30
we walking down main, wait
going to oaktree
fuckin’ oakin’ on trees
tryna smoke trees tonight, smoking trees at levine’s maybe
fuckin’ text that b-tch

[bong rip]

[sample]
and as a special treat this evening
i have asked america’s monster young poet
to read his latest dong for us

[verse 3: levine]
yo i’m on it, i’m on it
by that i mean that chronic
the beat done skipped i don’t even care
i’m ’bout to rap ebonics
yeah b-tch, you know i run this town
rose street, you know we run this clique
i got this this loud pack in my pocket
i’m ’bout to sell that shit for the profit

[gunshot]

[peter dimeglio]
what?

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