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pope cyrus vii - all the babies lyrics

[intro]
i’m tired of judases on this earth
we gon’ clean this earth up
so what are you up to?
well, where do you live at?
i don’t, i’m from heaven

[verse 1: pope cyrus vii]
i want this sh+t to hit like a truck, i want this sh+t to hit like a bus (nyoom, huh, nyoom)
i want this sh+t to hit like a dodge ram 2500 with the nuts (ah, nyoom)
i can barely pay my bills, drive around town, i squash your kids (pew)
drive around town, i stop to vomit, beat on ya block, huh, bomb it (baow, +ing)
bomb it, bomb it, i just got a new deposit (baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow)
i just put 800 dollars inside my new dockers wallet (how much money?)
knew a guy who had a gucci wallet, was that boy a snake? (he was)
i could diss him 79 times, he won’t catch a thing (he he)
knew a guy who when she f+cked around, he ain’t try to break (wow, ha ha ha)
never self+effaced, not for the cooter, we are not the same (f+ck you, +ing)
put on the cape, boy, fits real good, you gon’ let me smoke this wood (yeah yeah)
i know exactly what stocks to pick, i should write a finance book (cool, goin’ up)
send me down the river styx if i don’t get it right (yuh)
my life freudian, i’m goin’ on a death drive (skrrt)
let’s dissociate and get real prophetic (ha ha ha)
fruit of knowledge, sugar sweet, let’s get diabetic (yeah)

[chorus: pope cyrus vii]
pleadin’ with the staff like i’m not supposed to be here
treat me like a child, i’mma make you need some daycare (ha)
take a pic of this, this sh+t get real crazy
broke in maternity ward, money spread on all the babies
b+tch, breathe slow, hoe, that panic make me paranoid (ha ha ha ha)
yellin’ at me, “leave,” i’m just flexin’ on ya baby boy (ha ha ha)
twenties in ya son’s face, put him in a bad mood
nicu, had to show the preemies i got cash, too (ha ha ha ha)
[verse 2: pope cyrus vii]
why you hatchin’ early, boy? it’s not even your time yet
clawin’ your way out, you a young ass flight risk
why are babies always tryna find a way to die quick? (i don’t get it)
i was in the womb, umbilical around my neck (strangled)
i was turnin’ purple then, i was sippin’ purple next (wow)
whatever would get me wrecked
some people do not know what that means, yeah, i think they blessed (he he he he, you lucky)
if you cannot find a real pill, you gon’ take a press
shawty was layin’ next to me, admitted she did triple c’s (wow)
back in them early days, ‘fore them jobs, we do anything (wow)
put him on a dare, tell your son to do some dramamine (wow)
said this sh+t before, but sobriety is boring (yes)
i wanna feel fantastic, i wanna like what happens (that’s what i’m talking about)
tryna get blazed, ceramic, i want a pill, god dammit (i want a f+cking pill)
when i say a pill, i don’t mean lorazepam, b+tch
needles in my arm, get them needles out my ass, b+tch

[chorus: pope cyrus vii]
pleadin’ with the staff like i’m not supposed to be here
treat me like a child, i’mma make you need some daycare (ha ha ha ha)
take a pic of this, this sh+t get real crazy (ha ha ha huh)
broke in maternity ward, money spread on all the babies (ha huh ha ha)
b+tch, breathe slow, hoe, that panic make me paranoid (yeah, yeah)
yellin’ at me, “leave,” i’m just flexin’ on ya baby boy (ha ha ha ha)
twenties in ya son’s face, put him in a bad mood (ha ha ha ha)
nicu, had to show the preemies i got cash, too (ha ha ha ha)
pleadin’ with the staff like i’m not supposed to be here (huh, why am i here?)
treat me like a child, i’mma make you need some daycare (ha nyaha)
take a pic of this, this sh+t get real crazy
broke in maternity ward, money spread on all the babies (real trap sh+t)
b+tch, breathe slow, hoe, that panic make me paranoid
yellin’ at me, “leave,” i’m just flexin’ on ya baby boy (huh, huh)
twenties in ya son’s face, put him in a bad mood (take this money)
nicu, had to show the preemies i got cash, too
b+tch, breathe slow, hoe, that panic make me paranoid
b+tch, breathe slow, hoe, that panic make me paranoid
b+tch, breathe slow, hoe, that panic make me paranoid
yellin’ at me, “leave,” i’m just flexin’ on ya baby boy
twenties in ya son’s face, put him in a bad mood
nicu, had to show the preemies i got cash, too (oh)
take a pic of this, this sh+t get real crazy (oh, i love it)
broke in maternity ward, money spread on all the babies
[outro: xisx31]
look y’all
lebron james’ hairline done turned into
one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen ducks
quack quack
ooh lucy

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