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outer concept - caviar lyrics

[verse 1: danny g]
i’ve been with beats on my mind ever since p-ssy laid next to em
lay in the grave and watch the boogie brains step to em
yo majed do em, we make it dirty disgusting
like the pirate p-ssy scurvy eating fungus off captains verga
past approximate motha f-cka f-ck a circa
bomb the compet-tion like derka derka
circle your microscopic comprehension around the sentences i project
with the raw brazilian sample bumpin through your deck
and motha f-ck yo set, we bang colombian style we got them rocks to wreck
so hot you sweat, tell lucifer que chupa
bonita got me chunky inside like her pupusas
yeah i bang like amps out the f-cking stages
i spit the force of every mosh and every rage in steel cages
we tryna hit holes tonight, aim target release
after my metaphors leave you in your garden deceased
pardon my preach, i simply do it for my lifeline
and portuguese rockers to keep inhailing then white lines
arizona in my white pint, i po’ up for my potnas
poppin moll and doing kamikaze dives into the saunas
hit the deck p-ssies garcia got the l!cks to right l!ck-em’
sip the absynth till you see the green like night vision
the verde speaks to me, not in tongues or twist telling
i get it from my fam from medellin brick buildings
80’s punani on the f-cking vhs for private viewing
setting flames to you createn’ phaser peasants
and tyrants chewing
my d-ck ya bish hold still and intake
my slithering serpent that’ll drown you in that c-m lake
tonight’s the night the spirits rise from the other side
but f-ck them hoes we don’t f-ck with them other guys
smother shine from the moon down your esophagus
put you in the sarcaf-gus its simply my prerogative
poppin’ this we dropping sh-t like whales in the atlantic
fanatics of our tracks the same f-ggots laughing erratic
automatic with the track sh-t smack you with the racket
i’m not talking twerking b-tches when i hit you with the ratchet
adequate the saddest sh-t is that this the facts trick
i’m not your average manikan taking demands and dancing which
half of the acts you practicing, so don’t even judge
before i drop the sweet sh-t, i be dropping the f-dg-
and if you hit the squeal sh-t and start calling the fuzz
it’s bout to get real hostile b-tch i do what it does

[verse 2: the majedi]
see me and d-box gon’ lay you in thee box
so b-tch get over here as suck on these c-cks
pick up like 3 pacs nah make it 2 pacs
so me and d can spit bullets like 2 glocks
feasting on rappers in my soup no wonton
all majedi do is drop bombs like swanton
reppin oc and poppin’ ocs
oxycontin smokin ozs you can’t hold me
back f-ck the old me ’cause i’m born again
i’m k!llin’ all my enemies i’m jason bourning them
so keep playin’ president b-tch i’m playing wilkes booth
and i stay smooth on this track like a silk suit
you actin crazy b-tch go and get ya mind right
it’s out con o’clock better get y time right
and f-ck the limelight ’cause i ain’t about that
i keep my grind tight all i do is bust raps
and you just suck cacks like a f-cking p-rn star
don’t get hit by my fist of the north star
and you got wh0r- bats ’cause they been run through
you tryna find dirt on us like a gumshoe
and that’s a detective for all you ignorants
so put your lighters in the air and smoke a spliff to this
b-tch i’m back on the hunt so go hide inside
’cause majedi can be deadly like some cyanide
and you a dead man if you try to play me
but all your hatin’ -ss words can’t faze me
and i’m lazy cause i smoke too much weed
and out con we the best group indeed

- outer concept lyrics

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