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punching bag - overlap lyrics

[intro: kwame adu]
…dirt under your fingernails, you know what i’m sayin’? like—

[verse 1: askari]
huh
i stare at her face when i paint it with s+m+n
said, “baby, i swear you look scenic”
jah n’ askari is somethin’ like tyler n’ lionel, serena n’ venus
go check the cabinet, don’t have no moltrin or tylenol? promise you’ll need it
i’m cutthroat, so talk to me nice…
…’fore you get your mic jacked, you better beat it
monster truck wheels on the whip, huh
i need my sh+t to look racist, uh
chip your t++th, bendin’ your braces, uh
bendin’ your b+tch over after, uh
if i catch you actin’ backwards, uh
i’m ’bouta ink on her tramp stamp, uh (tatted)
i don’t partake in a amtrak, uh (train)
ion’ do sharin’, i’m selfish (yup)
ion’ like helpin’ caucasians (yup)
they be tryna take a n+gga money (facts)
n+ggas had me x’d out
how the f+ck now you want something from me? (how?)
n+ggas really be marked out
feel like t, n+ggas weird n’ bummy
takin’ my time with it all
the fast route fye ’til sh+t get…
…
…’til sh+t get bumpy
b+tch my pockets lumpy
with the guap, we loaded
your pockets need lotion
gloat ’cause i’m a showman
can’t let you get closer
you touch my racks… that’s a bad omen
[chorus: askari]
if i’m not on a track bein’ bashful, i’m bashin’ a skull and watchin’ it roll!
i never asked for your rhetoric, so, n+gga, settle your rigamarole!
p+ssy n+gga gotta up pole
he knows if we squared up, he can’t uphold!
might as spin on a pole
been tryna tell ’em, these n+ggas is hoes!
hoes!
all of these n+ggas is hoes!
hoes!
these n+ggas is hoes!
hoes!
all of these n+ggas is hoes!
hoes!
all of these n+ggas is hoes!

[verse 2: jahsy]
“bro, this pb sh+t gettin’ serious”, been!
hit up layla, get it tatted (tat!)
back n’ forth with my shorty, keep calling me sassy
i guess i’m an actress
your bein’ distractin’, i lift up the mattress
go get your nails, did here’s a dub
n’ before you step out, baby lay on your stomach
let me paint that biscuit —
…
america’s next top model, we the babin twins
we threw up in toilet…
…from bro n’ them sendin’ us sh+t that they know we don’t f+ck with
i get it, your trollin’
and it’s all fun n’ games til’ i hop on the mic, get to trollin’
we all pickin’ sides
i’m so pb, you can see it in my eyes
i ain’t readin’ no lines, this all off the dome and you love it
comments like, “pt, this and that, this is super bad”
i’m mclovin…
…or muhammad
peep ones who actually copy, and think that sh+t pass off as homage
b+tch, do the knowledge
if i’m in public, it’s always +1
where is ace? make us 2, but no hollis
shorty finna get me off like she cochran
shorty fin’ blow in this whistle, she snowden
fake n+ggas pattin’ my back, like i don’t know where home is
i feel like derozan
did my lil’ dance on a stage, now i’m jackman
jah, greatest showman
two man that’s ran by the women because like gym rat
but i’m off the market and ace is uninterested
led to a block and them callin’ us meanies
b+tch, cry me a river, b+tch, kiss my ass
the jeans rhuigi
[chorus: askari]
if i’m not on a track bein’ bashful, i’m bashin’ a skull and watchin’ it roll!
i never asked for your rhetoric, so, n+gga, settle your rigamarole!
p+ssy n+gga gotta up pole
he knows if we squared up, he can’t uphold!
might as spin on a pole
been tryna tell ’em, these n+ggas is hoes!
hoes!
all of these n+ggas is hoes!
hoes!
these n+ggas is hoes!
hoes!
all of these n+ggas is hoes!
hoes!
all of these n+ggas is hoes!

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