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pseudodemonio - new year, same you. lyrics

what up prima
[i’m gonna call up ro]
call up ro

if i had a cut for every f+ck i won’t have injury. (ow)
my demons tellin’ me to scam i don’t know what’s got into me
on the dark web got my vpn on 10 this week. (thunder)
you could be a pamper and you still won’t be on sh+t this week

or p+ss that’s weak
b+tch i’m f+ckin’ big meech inside this industry
belittlin’ the f+ckin’ biggest seed inside this tiny tree
it’s time you see, it’s f+ckin’ prime for me not like i’m jake paul but eminem in ’99 you see. (marshal)

there’s still time for me, there’s no time for you
truth when i slide that credit card it’s all online for you
a sign for you, to get an eye for view
a hyper view, a hypе review
to make a dimе or two
i’ll call a ride for you
he’ll take you to a time i lose
(never)

but then he’ll get lost
checkin’ every store man avoid that b+tch boss
scam and then i get off
rick on me like big hoss
she gon help me set the play up and then go kick rocks
(kick em b+tch)
hit the bnb ground high so i’m 6 up
muscle memory for scammin’ christians i’m a sick f+ck. (haha)
flashing out the window every day cause i’m a rich f+ck
(hey hey hey hey graow)
lyin’ to the people, ssa i’m bout to pick up

i don’t like dimes ‘less you talkin’ bout women
all i see inside my cup thick lines pop fizzin’
put yo face on a chain have yo family reminiscing
if they track me on the web they sending me right to the prison (behind bars)

heard a true fan got a problem come cap me. (cap)
boy come pack me. (pack)
i ain’t one for talkin’ leave him running like a track meet. (yoom)
bullets stretch him: taffy
hollow tips get send from antipode just like a taxi. (beep beep)

see me on my page flexing 50 like i’m kellbender
everytime i punch it’s f+ckin’ fire i’ma h+llbender
i can sell a grain of dirt buddy i’ma zale vendor
you see me with this chopper and you think that i’m a h+lls
member

new year, same you dawg you still broke. (still)
talkin’ bout you flexing real ice them stainless steel ropes
and i’m lookin’ like some liquid death i make a lil post. (haha)
fire hit yo chest and yo nuts that’s a lil roast. (baow)

- pseudodemonio lyrics

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