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sadzilla & booty gum - industry plant lounge lyrics

[verse 1: blake basic]
oh my god
what the f+ck is wrong?
so much going on
hit the bong
smokin’ on that strong
how i’m holdin’ on?
when i’m gone
i’ll be livin’ long
through my f+cking songs
sing along
as i right my wrongs
oh my f+cking god
n+novo on that beat
shut up
i don’t got no trust
screaming “f+ck love”
what’s up?
i’m filled with disgust
from these ugly sl+ts
run up
it’s a 1v1
you’ll get cut up
uh+huh
if you f+ck with us
better tummy tuck
[verse 2: sadzilla]
let’s f+cking go
b+tch i’m pressed
hundredthousand checks around my chest
hit you next like i’m goldberg with a bullet proof vest
i f+ck up yo bedroom
pull out my zanpakto on yo b+tch
hit you with a 2×4 ’cause i do labor, i’m legit

[verse 3: pinkii]
make him “oh my go+od”
’till they kabedon
all this cash and i’m the only thing he spend it o+on
if u came with a waifu b+tch
bubblegum better pop that sh+t
tomaranaize uchira wa too lit

[verse 4: digress]
fu+f+ck this
i been feeling worthless
i been feeling worth it
got a couple grand from the pen
then i surfacе
watch me as i pop out (wow)
fake friends wanna talk now
monеy on the line so i don’t wanna talk
[verse 5: rainingonroses]
i don’t give a f+ck if you f+ck wit me now
i got a bunch of f+cking money
and i’m cashing it out
your girl say omg when i’m pullin’ it out
it’s rainin’ roses all over her mouth

[verse 6: waltertherapper]
i’m a business man
working off two pills, don’t even give a d+mn
get a plan or get left that’s right why you never listen then
woah, i need the money the benjamins
i need a b+tch on my lap
when i whip on the road
you catch me turning up, burning up
don’t give no f+ck what you sayin’
you look like a hoe

[verse 7: lurk]
i don’t play no games boy
i’m the realest in the chat
if a p+ssy talkin’ sh+t
i bust this lip and swing the bat
motherf+ckers tryna talk me down
i’m not having that
69 m+f+ers on this track
and none of them are rats
[verse 8: vampires4hire]
boo!
stand out on the track just like i stand out in a room
every time i rap i put the track into a tomb
shorty think i’m hot, wait ’till she sees me in the moon
if you’re tryna fly me out you better get your boy a broom

[verse 9: shy jnr]
aussie escobar i run these lines like it’s some cocaine
shout out to them girls hitting up my phone, we running cell games (whu)
you say that you know me but your car ain’t in the same lane
i pull out the stops like magic cards just call me david blaine

[verse 10: b+train]
speakers blaring
f+ck your sleep man, i’m just tryna make a hit
it’s a school day? sh+t give a f+ck about them kids
the party never stops throwing beer bottles at the fence
got your 20 year old daughter out here showing me her tits, haha

[verse 11: jupiluxe]
fully strapped ain’t talking about no pistol
watch your ass busy out here pegging all these hipsters
took your b+tch? yes! i heard that you missed her
i’m on edge, aiming at your head with a missile

[verse 12: potione]
i got waifu b+tch on my d+ck
hit the slow dro 2.0
got the dank in my tank
head shot on the zomb
girls dancin’ on my song
like to party all night, while i scream into the mic
got the sniper, setting my sights

[verse 13: cxrvus]
knowing f+ck all about you but i’m still up for knife fight
i’m ready to derail your sanity turn on that night light
your better not approach me ’cause i’m feral b+tch, i might bite
i’m hoppin’ on that track you know that sh+t’s gon’ be a highlight

[verse 14: ian i+cee]
i+cee goin’ stupid like you ain’t used to
come in with my girl and i leave with yours too (whu)
out here with these cheat codes
getting on some neat shows
dms with some freak hoes
i’m not packin’ heat tho

[verse 15: kid carillo]
dorit– haha
doritos locos tacos
i be chillen with the vatos
i do not f+ck with those broke hoes
i see you liking her photos
i be punching sh+t at night
if i see you talking to my b+tch
we gunna f+cking fight
better unfollow her ass tonight

[verse 16: lil godd]
f+ck
i almost sh+t my pants
yeah, i got off the phone with the group chat
then i took a poo
aye f+ckin’ with the tiktok
aye when that sh+t pop?
yuh, i been waitin’ everyday ’till i drop
’cause i don’t know when i will post
and he says “everyday, everyday, everyday”

[verse 17: downwxlf]
b+tches acting like they know me but the love is phony (yuh)
slice ’em up, cut ’em up like a wandering ronin (ching)
filling up all my cups with the blood that’s flowing, yuh
for the sins that you’ve done trust there’s no atonement, b+tch

[verse 18: mobbs radical]
feeling like ralph ’cause i wreck this
too many necklace, n+gga you ’bout to regret this
my n+ggas we stain and we vanish how are defenses
n+gga a b+tch, call you raditz
bullet to inverterbrae you ain’t walking you a stump
f+ck a tea it’s lemonade sipping in your hood we up

[part 19: jackson rose]
ever seen a “halloween”?
you know how micheal myers be
i butcher up a f+cking beat like haddonfield’s finest meat
put em in a casket
better yet: some acid
decompose a body
man, it’s turned into a habit
mangle up a track like a godd+mn savage
makin no bags, but still living lavish

[verse 20: drugsta]
i’m a f+cking ghost
pull up, make ’em f+cking choke
ba+ba+boom
inside of your f+cking skull
you a hoe
on my mama, you a f+ckin’ clone
never slow (no)
i’m a f+cking motorboat

[verse 21: bootygum]
this beat’s out of this world, so i’m calling it a sp+ce jam (aye)
with the tune squad jerkin to anime with no hands
hey girl, what’s your plans?
do you gotta man?
hey, i’m just tryna talk, shut up about your onlyfans
like lebron james with the cranberry sprite
leave ’em on the ground knocked out like iron mike
supreme, prada, off white
going over those checks like
but i gotta keep up with the hype beasts
f+ck off, alright
i’m like curry for the three
pull up
splash
you’re ricky bobby you ain’t first your last
they hatin’ on me
i just laugh
your girl wanna f+ck i pull out and dash
these rappers don’t get it i’m the best no competition undefeated won’t stop winnin and that’s cold hard facts
i’m the best rapper living every single beat i’m k!lling is another rapper wasted
face it bro
you’re mad

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