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smallpebble - meat market lyrics

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[intro: moist chicken]
yo, let’s go, shout out to matthew quix
oh my god harold

[verse 1: lil chirp]
my liver ain’t muddy
i’m gon’ the money
you b-tches is laughing
i don’t see what’s funny (funny)
my nose it be runny
my days they be sunny
you f-ck with my vibe
and i’ll aim at your tummy (tummy)
choppers down on the roof
shot to the face like i’m booth
penguin walking in your trap
jansen sitting on my lap (on my lap)
you f-ck with my crew and you b-tches will die
put hoes in the ground like i’m tractor supply
we roll up then load up polluting the sky
a sensitive thug so you know i might cry (i might cry)
and that ain’t a lie
sit on my face then i f-ck on your waist
i’m just kidding repeat that like copy and paste (microsoft word)
now i’m done with this sh-t
ain’t got no time to waste
i’m just running this sh-t
so i finished the race

[verse 2: moist chicken]
counting blue faces i made a quick buck
ap on my wrist and i don’t give a f-ck
pockets filled with dead presidents
vitamin c is a good supplement
my clout level is way too high
i’ll take your girl and rub her thigh
louis v slippers on my feet
i’m flexing them sh-ts on the street
grocery shopping is f-cking trap
i’m in the hood with my strap (like a dyk-)
hit the vape i’m instantly cool
banging your thot while i’m hitting the juul
flooded my wrist it looks like ice
white people cannot handle spice (oo spicy)
i inhale medium waffles
looking for your d-ck it’s microfossil (syrup)
everyday i eat a sh-t ton of chicken (burp on my p-ssy)
f-cking your b-tch cause we are winning

[verse 3: lil rock]
wrist drip like water
i am your father
you f-ck with me and i cannot be bothered
call me an author
you cannot prosper
your rapping is sh-t and you can’t get a dollar
when i hop on the beat
you b-tches retire
if you wanna be sh-t just add on “is fire”
your raps are not fire
they finna expire
up on your block
you hear that gunfire

[verse 4: lil rock]
my money is short
and my p-n-s is shorter
i f-cked on your mom
for only a quater
you’re trash on the court
athletic supporter
ain’t no one to watch you
i’m not out of order
wearing that bape shirt
please stop faking
f-ck with a girl
that b-tch i’m taking
wait, she looks like a rat
don’t talk sh-t or you’re gonna get clapped



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