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snaggle b - ventilate lyrics

[intro] (snaggle b)
yeah, 412 sh+t
zippledegorgus
zdg, zd gang

[verse] (paradox)
when i’m gone they’ll say i’m ill
of course, they expect the worst for me
and god gave me the best of sk!ll
but then he placed a curse on me
better pray that i don’t k!ll
i don’t think your life is worth it to me
we ain’t playin’ let’s make a deal
you can’t spin your words like me

[verse] (snaggle b)
i don’t ever try to do that to myself
i be surging in the deep by the continental shelf
at the top then i fell
at the summit off the rails
falling deep in depression
but i reef back to health

[verse] (paradox)
i got hard critics, don’t take it personally
i put my hard d+ck in it, curving so perfectly
when i’m ball spitting i’m givin’ verses for free
cause i get on the track k!ll em and i murder the beat
[verse] (snaggle b)
gotta get back on the line
god i think its motherf+cking time
hit it back to the trap
lay a beat a couple rhymes
count a stack in the stash
on the grind shoot a kid in the head
he a zombie ima k!ll him like i’m rick grimes

[verse] (paradox)
black out blacked out rays make me shine
stabbin’ in the back nowadays ain’t a crime
brag about gettin’ all this face while i drive
bank account like my b+tches all dimes, i

[verse] (snaggle b)
bag her booty in the back of my whip its a vibe
why your shorty in the shotty
she gone need a revive
and the antidote is d+ck
better get her fore she dies
ima get her to a finish
when i’m in between her thighs
but i didn’t know that she was yours
i ain’t ever gonna lie
[paradox]
what a mothaf+cker gotta do to get this?

[snaggle b]
all a motherf+cker gotta do is hit a l!ck

[paradox]
all a mothaf+ckers wanna do is get rich

[snaggle b]
all i hear from all you stupid motherf+ckers is this

[paradox]
blah blah blah my balenciaga’s

[snaggle b]
blah blah blah i just f+cked ya momma

[paradox]
all i f+cking think about is getting these commas

[snaggle b]
and i’m only really famous over stupid insta drama

[paradox]
k!ll a b+tch and that’s instant karma
[snaggle b]
lil od getting rich with pharma
til it k!ll his ass
b+tch you got no motto

[paradox]
in my whip and my tint is darker
innocent b+tch, that’s tomato tomato
and i’m on my web just like i’m peter parker

[snaggle b]
ima take your b+tch then i leave her tomorrow
boutta write a diss
and your name is in the title

[paradox]
and we the best with no clearer margin
like i was beaten during s+x on american idol

[snaggle b]
i be back from the dead
and i’m here to k!ll a rival
starting up another wave it’s lookin like a tidal
but i know that i can do it
and i got a couple biters
i be snapping like a crocodile
swimming up beside ya

[paradox]
b+tches tell me lies
put my right hand on the bible
with my left i cross my fingers
b+tches know i always trifle

[snaggle b]
take a step back for a minute
all these other rappers they be lookin kinda skiddish
zippledegorgus we acting acidic
we learning the knowledge they say is forbidden

[paradox]
think that we missed out, we think that you trippin’
you think she your misses but you give her limp d+ck
so sorry to k!ll him and leave all these victims but…

[snaggle b]
kick em to the back
in the back of the line
i been waiting too long
you don’t get a free ride
i don’t waste my time
but you b+tches are entitled
like this universe a movie
and your name is in the title

[paradox]
[?]
put my knife right up inside ya
all my homies like to trigger
like an sj fighter
and she begging for the apple
so i gave that b+tch the cider
but the choice was always mine
i’m like a pro+lifer

[snaggle b]
b+tch you got a lotta pride
as you go against the bible
but you got a cross tatted
on your ankle for your idol
when i hear dumb sh+t i be feelin h0m+cidal
so you better watch out
fore your confidence is vital

[paradox]
turn your head just like a spiral
snap your spinal with a high note
from a singer with bronchitis
and you rip her in the eye hole
and i’m schizo like a psycho
[?]
and i’m still full like a silo
make her shiver, you know i’m cold

[snaggle b]
b+tches tell me that i got a problem wit em all
shut her up and hit her in the throat like halls
then i never call her back
suicide jake paul
i be ripping on the beefer in the unis+x stall
ima maul anybody on the beat leave a scar
and the scar gonna turn em to a motherf+cking joke
goin broke and you’re down two strokes
all you got is hope
got a few biddies and a fat ass cone

[paradox]
throwin’ all these b+tches, like i throw these f+cking palms
i don’t know any of these b+tches, so i will not answer calls
when they call i say ‘h+llo?’ i say ‘goodbye’ and then i’m gone
they say ‘david don’t go’ i said ‘only if you got no thong’
she was home alone, she won’t be alone for long
wish i cum over the phone, so i let her facetime my dong
obsessed with what i wrote, why does this song just have to stop?
i just filled up all my notes, i could go on and on and on

- snaggle b lyrics

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