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spooky bands - need 4 speed (intro.) lyrics

brand new whip like need for speed
beatin’ up the p+ssy call emt
b+tch got me trippin’ like dmt
p+ssy got me trippin’ like dmt
back when no one needed me
my homie on parole still needed me
didn’t find the pistol at the scene
tryna talk to him, man he’s hard to read

got benzo’s
goth b+tch want revenge like sevenfold
i’ve been kinda tapped in like metronome
i don’t wanna f+ck your friends they ain’t gettin’ home
no blunts got xans i ain’t gettin’ stoned
he be on my dm’s tryna threaten me
“ha ha”, what the f+ck do you expect though
got his girl deep throating like every week
i’m everything
no wedding ring
if i wife anything it’s the nicotine
i’ve been f+cking in her raw since seventeen
if we had a kid he’d be like f+ckin’ six, wait
i’ve been off the ritalin for a minute, wait
i’ve been off the lexapro for a minute, yeah
i don’t ever text a hoe no digits, yea
new ring, ringtone like brr brr

brand new whip like need for speed
beatin’ up the p+ssy call emt
b+tch got me trippin’ like dmt
p+ssy got me trippin’ like dmt
back when no one needed me
my homie on parole still needed me
didn’t find the pistol at the scene
tryna talk to him, man he’s hard to read

i’m illuminati
got a new shawty
i ain’t listen to your tape, nah it’s too shoddy
in the box, ee ay, what it do roddy
i’ve been down in sarasota on a new harley
i ain’t never ever sober, popped two mollies
i went to a college party, f+cked two molly’s
all these rappers burnt out, like my ducati
changed the game, they gonn’ make a f+cking rule about me, no hard sh+t
got your b+tch ten toes, i’m the sergeant
blunt embalming imma spark it
there ain’t no girl alive i cannot get
there ain’t no beat online i cannot wreck
d+ck long, imma f+ck her like, ow, ow
play this sh+t back on me on loud, loud
imma call this man a b+tch on surround sound
imma call this man a b+tch on soundcloud

brand new whip like need for speed
beatin’ up the p+ssy call emt
b+tch got me trippin’ like dmt
p+ssy got me trippin’ like dmt
back when no one needed me
my homie on parole still needed me
didn’t find the pistol at the scene
tryna talk to him, man he’s hard to read

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