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rhymewords - #imsippinteainyohood ( lyrics

[verse 1: xxxtentacion]
boy i’m sipping tea in yo hood
what the f-ck is up, you b-ttercup?
purrp in that blunt, smoking suicide bl–dy blunts
p-ssy boy you talking sh-t for twitter, it ain’t adding up
how these p-ssy n-gg-s moving day to day
i’ve had enough
post with that f-cking blade, b-tch, i’ll skin your face
d-ck on that f-cking gun, i love it when they run
f-ck all that talking sh-t, do that sh-t for fun
f-ck ’round with these n-gg-s, aye
stab a body- f-ck do you mean?
post with that glock and that beam
put that sh-t right in yo’ spleen, aye
run through yo hood, aye
f-ck n-gg- what’s really good, aye
my n-gg-s wish that you would, aye, aye

[hook 1: xxxtentacion]
b-tch, i’m sippin tea in yo hood, what the f-ck is up?
b-tch, i’m sippin tea in yo hood, what the f-ck is up?
b-tch, i’m sippin tea in yo hood, what the f-ck is up?
b-tch, i’m sippin tea in yo, aye, aye
b-tch, i’m sippin tea in yo hood, what the f-ck is up?
b-tch, i’m sippin tea in yo hood, what the f-ck is up?
b-tch, i’m sippin tea in yo hood, what the f-ck is up?

[hook 2: wyllable]
f-ck sippin’ tea, shoo, mad haters really need to go
rotten sh-tty dudes just don’t ever f-ck with a goat
you ain’t simiyu, tryin’ to conquer a chigga’s flow?
bullsh-tters diss me too, they foolisher than mr bones!

[verse 2: wyllable]
is the f-ckin’ time reversed
when i spit the rhymin’ word?
cook metaphor; fire is burned
to serve it as my dessert
maybe i look shy and nerdy
but f-ck ’em defiant slurs
i’m a star with shinin’ verse
ain’t patrick who made miley’s hurt

[bridge: wyllable]
show me that these rappers tighter
actually they’re paper tigers
and my d-mn sk!ll level’s higher
i’m boulder; y’all gravel, liars

[verse 3; wyllable]
lyrically nut decrepit
f-ckin’ disser run the habit
why am i so underrated
and the lils sh-t got the credit?
get it? you aren’t even hotter at it!

[hook 3: rephrase]
b-tch, i’m sippin tea in yo hood, what the f-ck is up?
here i’m livin’ dreams when you drool with the busty sl-ts
sk!ll’s high within me then y’all fools want the rushing blood
sleep tight on this d-ck if you’re good to just wipe me out

[verse 4: rephrase]
aye, aye, aye, rephrase!
if any celebrity died, you think it’s an -ss-whipping info?
i’ve dedicated my 9 to 5 to diss and embezzle people
that never have it done; never songwritten everything
in fact, i’ll celebrate ’em, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout children trafficking, ease up!
my words are sawed-offs that you can’t disarm
i’m like cctv; provin’ all that you act bizarre
spread a bowl of disses; gaëtan dugas, that’s all we are
as ebola disease, we’re contagious; dissin’ czar!

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