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ruairi - puberty lyrics

(verse)
spitting fire raps, i wrap around fakes
lock them up in a different realm, shut up, no duct tape
staying isolated from the population can’t take
it no more, sink to the floor, try to escape
the void, but it’s endless, don’t give one if you trending
stack to infinity, hundred dollar bills be spending
on some expensive accessories that cover depression
computing lyrics, tectonic plates shifting, this pressure
yes sir, i speak to you in an awful tone, i’m honest enough
bars staying juvenile, rock solid and rough
saying that you the new em, cut out the bluff
and your bars ain’t tough, and that’s about enough
of the b.s., p.s., you better repent
if you speaking about me and saying that i’m tweaking
only 12 years old, staying sober on weekends
and the weeks, i ain’t weak, stay in school till the end of my
p-b-rty, yeah i’m going through a d-mn lot
coming home from school, pop a couple of spots
but it’s the pimp with the pimples, rapping ain’t simple
so imma cash in a couple dollars and nickels till the end of my

(chorus)
p-b-rty, gotta gain maturity but right now
i be cracking jokes but i ain’t hustling bout 5 pounds
got a regular life, i be causing some strife
brain power staying sharper than a d-mn kitchen knife, i got
p-b-rty, gotta gain maturity but right now
i be cracking jokes but i ain’t hustling bout 5 pounds
got a regular life, i be causing some strife
brain power staying sharper than a d-mn kitchen knife, i got

(verse)
all these haters mad in the comments that be talking trash
while you staying i’m just flipping and just spending cash
i ain’t getting red flannels like i just cured a rash
hey, you know my friend is a rapper, bruh, who is that
this beat is obnoxious and all these
people keep knocking their feet to
my songs be bopping, all of these
lyrics be toxic, and why you
talking the way that you talking
walking the way you be walking
rapping on stage, boi you talking
stop it, or else you’ll be blocking
punches, and you know i got a
bunches, got more money than 10
lunches in my pocket you know
that my songs keep bopping y’all
hopping like it be easter
moving in a d-mn beemer
boy, look alive, because
i am the d-mn grim reaper
okay, i’m just messing, i’ll stop all the flexing
give thanks to my brothers from china to texas
if you hating on me, you staying depressing
and please do not act like you being impressive, you guessed it
i’m back with another one
and if you thinking i’m trash, i ain’t stopping son
man, if you talking bout cash, got a couple tons
bruh, if you talking bout sauce, gotta couple cups, honeybunch
rolling up tons like my weight stay elephant
if you talking bout california, boy i’m repping it
merch preorders, box it up, and i’m selling it
got a couple bangers, show my music to your relatives

- ruairi lyrics

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