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poe cete – fictional redaction lyrics

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[intro:]
live fast, die young, just like a bad b+tch
leave no one in the club going batsh+t
live fast, die young, just like a bad b+tch
leave no one in the club going batsh+t
get down, get bands
i know you stupid n+ggas never stood a chance
who’s that? oh my god
i think we better turn this b+tch to mardi gras

[chorus:]
ah, b+tch i want the smoke, come f+ck up my lungs
you ain’t really with this sh+t, you don’t got a gun
when i see you in the back, it’s a one on one
you don’t wanna f+ck with me, i am not the one
live fast, die young, just like a bad b+tch
leave no one in the club going batsh+t
live fast, die young, just likе a bad b+tch
leave no one in thе club going batsh+t

[post+chorus:]
yeah, you f+ck around with me or don’t f+ck up at all
real n+ggas in the cut, they taking off your skull
look at me, but don’t you take a toll
high beams turning you straight to collateral
[verse:]
hey, batter, batter, strike one
what you tryna flex, no clip in the gun
i say words that make white women shunned
i rap slurs and they give me my funds
all of you n+ggas get f+cked like c+nts
built like a wood, get smoke like a blunt
why live a life so dependent on drugs
i can live a life that’s godd+mn fun
the greatest to do it can’t do it again
f+ck n+gga trippin’, he thinking he’s him
how the f+ck you think that you’re gonna win
can’t open the door, you’re not going in
built up a legacy, brought it to sh+t
n+gga probably doesn’t know it’s a diss
f+cking around in a bottomless pit
and you’re really taking sh+t without permission
free as a bird, free as a b+tch
i did better and it make you p+ssed
don’t get pressed when i pop my sh+t
white hoe money and it’s on my wrist
don’t call me if you need some assist
you’re a wannabe, i ought to be the one giving my tip
never be a broad, always stay a switch
l!ck my buns, you can suck my d+ck
[chorus:]
ah, b+tch i want the smoke, come f+ck up my lungs
you ain’t really with this sh+t, you don’t got a gun
when i see you in the back, it’s a one on one
you don’t wanna f+ck with me, i am not the one
live fast, die young, just like a bad b+tch
leave no one in the club going batsh+t
live fast, die young, just like a bad b+tch
leave no one in the club going batsh+t

[outro:]
brass knuckles looking like a b+tch on the pavement
b+tch on the pavement, b+tches on the pavement
bad b+tch with me, better hope it’s not a statement
f+ck the pavement, b+tches on the pavement
b+tch on the pavement, b+tches on the pavement

go ahead, commander



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