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pablo m. - chunk lyrics

[verse 1: nthng pablo]
girl, truffle shuffle for a slacker
goonies in my krewe, who told you i’m an actor?
dope chester copperpot? stop me if i’m not as hot
as two librarians shush-fingering each other in their naughty spots
pop rocks in my mouth bruh
why you think this ho want me to eat her out, huh?
not concerned with her carne
-sside from this feast we tryna see, n-gga i’m hardly ever hungry
mall food court, right next to the bathrooms
staring at peeps untl they hate me or they love me
blesst by the lokuls like a n-gga said atchu
on the byas hoodie and my pjs lookin’ bummie
dummies crash happily at pads like a tadpole
rad though, froggie, fillin’ holes with my tadpoles
sad though, f-ck it. it’s whatever if you ask me
that’s why i’m getting better, and your sh-t is still cr-ppy

[hook: nthng pablo]
seven-seven krewe; n-gga, who the f-ck is you?
bark less than i bite, might leave here with a chunk of you
seven-seven krewe; n-gga, who the f-ck is you?
bark less than i bite, might leave here with a chunk of you

[verse 2: burger]
stampede full of teens in their late teens
avoid us like. p-b-s on toilet seats
ignore us like, “no me no speaky english.”
catch me in the barbie aisle at toys r us
30 degrees skating in a f-cking cosby sweater
look at me, i’m satan in a f-cking cosby sweater
knocking n-ggas back until the opposite of my beretta stops and take a little bit of cerebellum
n-gga, where you headed when you d-mn near beheaded?
getting goosebumps like the texture on the leather
really too snub to even bother with a bum
2 f-cks i’ll never really understand the meaning behind coughing up
a tad bit off the “puff,” pumping up the sub
park the car, yung gave the block parkinson’s
hopping out the coupe all black n-gga, f-ck is up?
marcus garvey with a tommy gun, f-ck with us! (godd-mn)

[hook x2: nthng pablo]
seven-seven krewe; n-gga, who the f-ck is you?
bark less than i bite, might leave here with a chunk of you
seven-seven krewe; n-gga, who the f-ck is you?
bark less than i bite, might leave here with a chunk of you

[verse 3: nthng pablo]
stop, wait, hold up, think i found a b00bie twap;
motorboat a b-tch and got stuck, that’s a b00bie trap
d-mn, f-ck, sh-t, get a grip
sippin’ milk, mixed with synthemesc, seein’ ultraviolets
puttin’ acid on my eyelids, embalming fluid blunts
got me, higher than a pilot with that frequent flyer mileage
flacid–ss rappers on that plain-jane lame sh-t
i’m lame as f-ck, but trust i go harder than bruce wayne’s diiiiiiiiii… ck (b-tch)

- pablo m lyrics

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