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sex havers - war on drugs! lyrics

[verse 1: tufty?]
i might join the war on drugs on the side of the drugs
flip over every rocket that functions like i [?]
b+tch, i’m sick as f+ck like spongebob when he got the suds
k!ll myself in front of everyone when the beat drop in the club
change the trajectory of their lives forever
b+tch, you old as f+ck, you got high blood pressure
i’m in your house, while you sleep, doing unspeakable things
take a loan out from the bank and spend it on diamond rings
now i’m in an unbelievable about of debt
bread long as f+ck, i ain’t talking baguette
sh+t gon’ get nasty like orange juice mixed with toothpaste
that hoe asked me when we gon’ f+ck i said b+tch to+day
i eat uranium, now i’m starting to mutate
chop you up, put you in a soup, find out how you taste
i hate money, i must have stockholm syndrome
i will k!ll every person who has invested in crypto
f+cked up in the crib installing windows, 11
got so much money i could cause a recession
break into your house and then i f+cking get you
before i perform i send a bomb threat to the venue
i’m joining the war on terror on the side of the terror
trying to run up on me, that is a tragic error
f+cked up in the crib eating silica gel packets
this s+x havers album is a godd+mn classic
i’m the inventor of tennis, cause i’m making a racket
feel like a grifter, the way i’m raking the cash in
you got dry ass lips, don’t go l!ckin’ em now
i will find a way to enter, i will get in your house
i’m under your floorboards listening to your conversations
tracking your every move like i’m a federal agent
[verse 2: quare]
b+tch i pull up, i ain’t talking bootstraps
scary ass whip, yeah that sh+t is moving too fast
living at my momma house at age 32 ass
jfk k!lled himself, but you already knew that
have no place for that sh+t, keep a glock on my lanyard
crackhead on the freeway, that b+tch thought it was nascar
[?] with the feral animals in the barnyard
laughing like a d+mn goblin, motherf+cker har+har
don’t keep it 100, i only keep it 50
show off the whip and they like, “don’t hit me”
i might just k!ll you to death, that is how it works
all these school shootings, americans will never learn
b+tches interrogating me, b+tches won’t get a word
i just asked your grandpa about you, he said he never heard
i’m sorry to hear about the alzheimer’s diagnosis
you are not bad to the bone, b+tch you got scoliosis
to the fbi agents, i have a doorbell, please use it
the waterboarding sounds cool though, i’m excited for the cruise ship
pop all the balloons, now your birthday is ruined
don’t trust me with power, i am sure to abuse it
tinnitus speedrun, speakerphones in my ears
brand new dodge challenger, just hit a deer
handing out l’s like i’m queer, and i f+cking am
i just plowed through your birth mother, yeah your f+cking nan
p+ssy wet like a merman
come and get your girl, she tryna f+ck me on her birthday
i pull all these hoes, yeah, they take my survey
fiddle with a d+ck like shakespeare and wordplay
b+tches hate pr+nouns, they must be anti+noun
punctured your newborn far as h+ll, it was out of bounds
if you were british, you wouldn’t have so many pounds
feed you alive to the motherf+cking hounds
[verse 3: sluds]
i rip off my socks and the dogs start barking
i take up four sp+ces when i’m parking
after i ate that b+tch p+ssy i was barfing
i’m in the function like, “i need a big mac, i’m starving”
f+ck 12 like r. kelly, you eating so d+mn much, got a potbelly
i open the door to my parents room, they are yelling
haven’t showered in eight weeks, that what you are smelling
on the fourth of july, i aimed fireworks at the white house
i might throw a pepperoni pizza on walter white’s house
if you ran i cl!ck the block b+tton with my mouse
b+tch gave exceptional blow like she had five mouths
i’m under arrest for felony possession of swag
rob a b+tch empty handed, put the money in my ass
i been chilling with the homeless people smoking glass
i might fill a f+cking orphanage with mustard gas
that head was immaculate, think that b+tch sugondeez
i might sit in a room for five years and age like cheese
got a new whip, push to start, it doesn’t have keys
i pull up to the rain forest and chop ten trees
cops say hands up but i put them on my d+ck
push your face to the pavement and crush it with a brick
b+tch put superglue on her ass, when i f+ck her i stick
i have a skin disease that makes it fifteen meters thick
get on a beat and spit mid, i feel like drake
i might scr+pe out your intestines with a rake
you thought i bought you a new car, but it’s just cake
can you fall off my c+ck for f+ck’s sake
i am busy snorting a mile long line of meth
do not f+ck with me, it will lead to your death
what i just said to you was a threat
i double d+ck twister pound your b+tch and we just met

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