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sketch the bottom feeder - we gold ft. yung bool lyrics

i’m conducting the words with ease
when i’m constructing a verse, i can sense a rapper dying how he’s stuck in a he-rs-
man i tried gettin’ g’s from robberies, i buck and i burst
but b-tch please, my luck is the worst
these young g’s are running a muck it’s a curse
got the police yelling “freeze” when the ruckus occurs
i gotta get a b-tch that’s got a piece tucked in her purse right
next to a jimmy no disease, f-cking the first night
on her knees, sucking the thirst is unreal
it’s a done deal ladies, i’m up in your skirts
yeah i’ve f-cked a lot of b-tches but i’d like to bone more
i get mad and i use, a microphone cord
to fashion a noose then i start strangling necks
i’m introducing rappers to the angel of death
i keep quaffing the stout until they’re tossin’ me out
i’m gettin’ trashed like brenda’s baby and oscar the grouch

(hook: yung bool)
y’all bronze, and we gold
and we shine like so
they talk, and we know
i just sit back enjoy the breeze and roll some smoke

(yung bool verse)

- sketch the bottom feeder lyrics

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