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red amandala - antennas lyrics

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i’m getting my antennas back
i’m getting my antennas back
i’m getting my antennas back
i’m getting my antennas back
(i said)
i’m getting my antennas back
i’m getting my antennas back

i’m getting money
until, rick ross, getta six pack

i push facts. i did that
i pen tracks, i wrist that
the air crisp. i taste that
a fair risk, i take that

a nice, mix of that hen+yac
my vice, hangs in head back
where i lay down, on a pillow, flat

billing n+ggas, shaping stacks
shaving faces, fading as
satan waiting, wining laugh
i ain’t hating, losers last

dropping casing
not a brag
hopping gates in heaven’s path
switching phones
i did it…
switching phones i did it fast
i ditch, a track
cop at target
then we mask

sawed off shotty
sawed off mags

chop up bodies
fill em with rags

i’m about the cash
or i’m bout to spazz

on my last
i’m gon blow this gas

so trill, i sense it
no thrills, in sеntence
get k!llеd, if threaten

no mention
your grave is lessened

i measured, textured
custom white leather
that n+ggas sell for the extra
i sour my taste, to the world
i taste some sour and it curls
in the air, as it twirls
on bare hopes, like earl

i’m getting my antennas back
i’m getting my antennas back
i’m getting my antennas back
i’m getting my antennas back
(they said)

i’m getting my antennas back
don’t hit my line my n+gga
get your antennas back

- red amandala lyrics

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