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stevie mcfly - lunch special lyrics

i’m the devil, bumping b-st-rd at bedtime
party at the pad, shout to my n-ggas in bed-stuy
this my city, never running out of cash here
bring your girl around and i’mma bag her like a cashier
you sound like i did last year
i sound like grammys next year
my jordan year was dope, but i’ll make twenty-four my best year
might bring the mohawk back
that haircut can’t get rid of me
because it was the closest thing i had to an ident-ty
i’m dillinger on the track, cause i am a public enemy
like tyler the creator, lost my mind with my virginity
i’m a little of, a little kanye
a little bit of gretzky and a little of lebron james
a little dostoevsky and a little bit of mark twain
booze and cocaina got a n-gga going insane
sh-t never changes, but it’s inevitable that sh-t change
got sick dames on my d-ck, mang, giving me that sick brain
said that sh-t on ski trip, but i guess it bears repeating
until you get the message and it headb-tts you like zidane
zidane, whatever
you make sick songs? mine better
i got picked on forever
now these n-ggas not on my level
my exes are regretful
i murder b-ss and treble
you want the beef brought to your door? i’ll bring the lunch special

- stevie mcfly lyrics

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