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skibs - hong kong bars lyrics

[intro]
[?] when you love me
hold me and take care
and what we have is [?], i see (ladies and gentlemen)
here+here we go again, go again, go again

[verse 1]
ayy yo, hey, who the f+ck is this?
young as sh+t, dreams crumblin’
gotta pick up all the pieces ‘fore they sunk in debt
dumpling eatin’ after reefin’ in the evening
can’t wait to look back and tell you ’bout what we did
high off of three spliffs, eye on my weed ’cause i don’t trust no one
f+ck y’all, man, hold up
when did i grow up? never
i just got better at being a trendsetter, i tend to mend letters
name one rapper overseas out that’s been better
tryna hit the level, make another rappers cut their wrist
bart gave me a start, now i told ’em i’ma run this sh+t
and i be spittin’ sharp from the heart, i might cut a lip
leave me with a lisp like this, muhf+cker, uh
shouts to lupe, beats screamin’ luke+made
memories tellin’ me, “come on, kid, choose me”
before it made me crazy, man, this music used to soothe me
tops screamin’, “god d+mn, please don’t shoot me”
but i be gunnin’ for it, tell me what a f+ckin’ forfeit is
i don’t know but god d+mn, i’m at war with it
i ain’t gon’ sit here while you whine, stick a cork in it
talkin’ ’bout the best, well, i know i’m nothin’ short of it
hunnid warriors all hide behind my corneas
you ever heard of hong kong rap? there’s nothing cornier
well, i’m a coming orbit — that means back around
rapper style, whackin’ wild, always was an active child ’til i hit the hash and smile
like, d+mn, yo, this sh+t is pretty chill
skip class every day, we be smokin’ for real
dreamin’ ’bout the days and the days, blowin’ haze and away
only couple muh+++++++ in hk can say, oh
and maybe y’all can get to know me
city i be reppin’, homie, but man, it’s gettin’ lonely
’cause, yo, this sh+t is cold
if you tryna hit, you goes
they gon’ stomp on your passion and cut your soul
and yo, if one man tell me i got nothin’ dope
i’ma live my dream in his face and then f+ck his hoes
yeah, heh, and then i’m runnin’ it
born with this greatness, i don’t need to f+ckin’ summon it
breathin’ on this track, b+tch, i throw a f+ckin’ lung in it
ain’t above the hatred, motherf+cker, i’m in front of it
fingers in, b+tch screamin’, “throw your f+ckin’ tongue in it”
it’s gon’ work out, homie, i don’t need a supplement
couple b+tches workin’ at mcdonald’s
they throwin’ on some skibs and they motherf+ckin’ lovin’ it
yeah, yeah, i said my fam is my fam and three seas my government
goin’ ocean+deep, got three seas of lovin’ it
this beat is your meal and my seasonin’ is [?]

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