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realgazze! – gingivitis lyrics

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(intro)

i cook on the stove with some grits
he inside the class, and he tryna omit
bih walkdown, i got the drip like spit
i got the drip, outfit
ayy, walk in with a bag
put him on a tag
skirt up in the dash
drifting on the track
close up on the drag
put him on his back
smoking on a pack
(i’m about to brag)

i just broke his tooth with a gingivitis
i’m the president, like i’m joe biden
i’ma get a glock, it’s gon’ give you a virus
i just cop me a car and i turn on the siren
i just cop me some clothes and i change up my style
my bro was in trouble i ran me a mile
i just cop me some clothes and i change up my style
(my bro was in trouble i ran me a mile)

i’ma get you and you to pop me a perk now
i’ma get you and you to get off my turf
i’ma get you and you to hop off the quirk now
i’ma get you and you ride on the surf now
ride in a bentley coup, and i hop on the trunk
i stay up all night and i listen to phonk
i’m bad now, these kids don’t know how to act now (these kids don’t know how to act now)
(blah, blah, blah)
talkin’ that raw+raw+raw+raw
hit em’ with fie+fie–fie+fie
i got the shots, shots, shots, shots
cook in the pot, pot, pot, pot
and then i go drink up all the chlorine
this bih said she cool, she is boring
i pop me a perk in the morning
i’m a dread head like callum c+ckburn
these bullets gon’ check up like a doctor
i’ma go disappear, like a father
i’ma go disappear, out the suburbs
i had to change up my work since i was a kid
i hop in the front wheni ride in a benz’
i hop in the front, and i ride on like ten
i crash on the dash, i don’t even begin

i cook on the stove with some grits
he inside the class, and he tryna omit
bih walkdown, i got the drip like spit
i got the drip, outfit
ayy, walk in with a bag
put him on a tag
skirt up in the dash
drifting on the track
close up on the drag
put him on his back
smoking on a pack
(i’m about to brag)
i just broke his tooth with a gingivitis
i’m the president, like i’m joe biden
i’ma get a glock, it’s gon’ give you a virus
i just cop me a car and i turn on the siren
i just cop me some clothes and i change up my style
my bro was in trouble i ran me a mile
i just cop me some clothes and i change up my style
(my bro was in trouble i ran me a mile)



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