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prod.guardian - middle finger! lyrics

[intro: guardian]
i don’t know how to start this but i jerked off to the mona lisa

[verse 1: guardian]
fast ball to your f+ckin head
i’m goin’ mad, i’m off the walls just like i’m rockin’ vans
i meditate you imitate thats why you f+ckin’ mad
you think you worth it but you more like worth a grain of sand
i be smokin till my chest hurt
i’ma find his block and i’ma pop out like a jester
i be losin’ cops and i ain’t even call in lester
i be getting high and i be stoned just like i’m chester

[chorus: guardian]
’cause i’m a stingy motherf+cker, i’ma pull up, right up on ya
i’ma air the block out and then i’ma k!ll ya f+ckin’ mother
b+tch i’m gonna get my stick and i’ma hit you like a drummer
if you f+ck with me, i’m getting heated like the f+ckin summer

[verse 2: guardian]
let’s just cool down a second, let me teach a lesson
b+tch i got a lethal weapon, so you better pay attention
when i came into the session, i’m hearin’ voices like i’m venom
i got f+ck boys talkin sh+t, i got dementia i’ll forget em’
i just got jacked for a $100 dollar bill
and i just wanna push that p+ssy down a f+ckin’ hill
jack and jill yeah you know that’s pretty chill
b+tch i got you in my sights and now i’m going for the k!ll
[verse 3: lucinate]
b+tch what you want, i’m lucinate up in this c+nt
i keep the pistol named it forty and im aiming at you runts
karate kick some kids for fun, spongebob he was number one
f is f+ck you ain’t ain’t no fun a mile higher to the sun
watch me pull up next
f+ckin’ up on all these shows then i’m over to the next
i’m only geekin when i’m sick gashin up on my neck
i just dodged old feds now i’m hoppin off a fence
b+tch i got that spider sense but i meant offence
i just stabbed this b+tch she took it to the dome
then i pull out my d+ck and f+ck the brand new hole
this sh+t i’m smokin’ laced ya took it to the face
i just got some brand new sneakers like i ran a race
b+tch now i’m mad, i’ma cut you with some glass
ima find you at the spot and, then i hit you wit the spazz
now your innards are outters
got me snoriting powder off the mf counters
his name must be courage cause he is a f+cking coward
pop a motherf+cker now he leanin like the pisa tower
you ain’t worth the sh+t that we die on you
just waste a life and my time yuh
hit him with the fiyah, make that boy retiya
ima f+ck around and ithen ill take his f+cking life yuh

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