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strangers. (collective) - hawk tuah cypher lyrics

[intro]
move in bed that makes a man go crazy every time?
oh, you gotta give him that “hawk tuah” and spit on that thing
(it’s kosfinger, baby)

[verse 1: iuniper]
k pop smoke, smokin’ my opps
down on her knees and she givin’ me hawk
and fortnite, yeah, i’m grippin’ my knock
got two cups and i’m pourin’ up wock’
bullets grazin’ him, give a taper
smoke another, yeah, i’m rollin’ up paper
you got no rizz, b+tch, i’m yo’ hater
on yo’ forehead, i point my laser
i’ll never switch up on my bros
need more bands, yeah, i’m tired of these hoes
k pop smoke, put soda on my nose
bringin’ the boom, b+tch, i pop you
took yo’ b+tch and she gave me hawk tuah
me and gang, we sticky like glue (it’s kosfinger, baby)
watch out alex, there’s a kangaroo

[verse 2: aras moon]
i’m so important, i’m gleaming like ornaments
call me a star while they pinnin’ me up
eggs with the powder, they mixing the batter
throw that cake in a circle, they panning me now
i’m that b+tch with a smile, my lips are fatter
picture someone that’s s+xy, just know i’m badder
you want smoke? get it poppin’ like king of new york
while u hollerin’, trippin’, my hollows are tippin’
send ’em back in a body bag, do it for fun
itchy my fingers, don’t trigger this gun
so, please, don’t text me lil’ b+tch, hold up
they tryna s+xt me real quick, woah there
don’t try to talk to me ‘less you got guap
i’m oozin’ in fashion way down to the socks
you namin’ them brands and you ain’t got no friends
you stuck in my comments, wait, b+tch, you a fan
i just want money, don’t need me a man
my shoes are all white like i’m part of the clan
i got the juice, guava juice
i’m fruity, they bumpin’ they gums on the news
way that i’m spitting, feel like a hawk tuah
i been dating them benjamins, i’d be shocked too, ugh
[bridge: sp+wnvii]
hawk tuah, spit on it, spit on it

[verse 3: imnotvrycreative]
ba+ba+back and forth like banter, shake shi+shi like dancer
don’t like the cameras, he gon’ freeze like, “hands up”
done, done got yo answer, you shoulda known better, uh+huh
if it ain’t strangers. f+ck who you rootin’ for
hop off the ropes, luchador
yeah, hit a lil’ jig when u die, like, “y’all mind if i praise the lord?”
swing that sh+t like he raisin’ swords
bar set high, tryna raise it more
f+ck a battle, i’m takin’ the war
son that boy, make him do his chores

[verse 4: oxidize]
yeah
this drip fire but it’s hard to match, lil’ shawty throw it back like a dodger fan
long shot, got them flying out the park
cuban links flawless, you would prolly think i’m runnin’ with a shark
new shoes abstract, i be steppin’ in some art
new drank must be emo ’cause the cup got dark
way i cut shawty off think i had no heart
i am a maverick with the iron, got feelin’ like stark
hold up, yeah
inside the cullinan, look like a sp+ceship
shawty got cake for days just like imdavisss
i jus be prayin’ that god give me patience
pull up at n0bu, we ain’t got no waitlist
shawty go stupid, go fill up yo’ plate, sis
yeah, black jacket, white diamonds so y’all cannot say i’m a racist
and y’all can keep on sayin’ my name, just know that you ain’t got a basis
blue checks be purple rainin’, might just go pick up a guitar, be a bassist
(you gotta give him that “hawk tuah” and spit on that thing) yeah
[verse 5: terraine]
ayy, bad b+tch know she give good hawk tuah
she don’t hawk tuah, i don’t talk to her
fifteen hundred bullets right at your medulla
don’t hawk tuah, you know i’ma sue ya’
don’t hawk tuah, you know i’ma do ya’
i’m with the strangers., that’s the crew, yeah
tweakin’ together, no bktherula
feel like i’m cyborg, i hit with a booyah
yeah, i’m in the crib playing og fort’
walk in your crib with the black air forces
stealing my swag, n+gga, cite a source
feel like i’m bart, come eat my shorts
feel like i’m bart, come eat my pants
give me that hawk, i fortnite dance
she on my b+n+r, no sans
counting up money, i stick to the plan

[verse 6: sp+wnvii]
only got one life, better hawk tuah
she givin’ me head, but she got a few boogers
let that ass hang like you chillin’ with a buddha
fl studio crashed while recording that bar
might be a stranger, might be a misfit
fit with ya girl tho, givin’ that spit+spit
she look like squidward while she all up on my d+ck tip
she askin’ for love but i just want that head
won’t buy her no berkin, buy her no bed
baby, please stop asking for these handouts
this sh+t planned out, not yo’ mans now
handouts, ain’t no handouts
[verse 7: penguin burp]
spit on my thing, i’m doing my thing
i’m f+ckin’ yo’ b+tch, she yellin’ my name
buss in the mouth from the dumb ahh brain
man, f+ck all you p+ssies, i’m doing my thing

[interlude: sp+wnvii, paradiis]
okay, i’m right here, in front of you right now to tell you that
hawk tuah, spit on it
you know, you know, honestly, i really hope that nothing bad actually happened to haliey welch. i heard something on the news, i hope she’s, like, actually fine though. um, but aside from that, you know, like, this was f+cking, this was fun. this was all like, i feel, i feel great. i feel, i feel, i feel like, you know, and then a little bit of +minecraft eating sound effect+, and +minecraft anvil sound effect+, yeah. i just, really, you know, creative, oswaldwalkemdown did great. um, you know, bigmacletitsprayatemfatmacatl type sh+t. um, hashtag, hashtag walk ’em down benjamin or some sh+t, or benjaminf+ckem. i can’t really remember. oh no, benjaminf+ckem wasn’t on this song it would’ve been nice though. it really would have been nice to have benjamin on this song, but you know, sadly, sadly couldn’t make it (r.i.p. to the little guy). i’m sorry, what was that? (b+tch please, r.i.p.) i’m so— (ahh) i’m sorry, what was that? (r.i.p. to the little guy) oh, oh, yeah, no, fly high, fly high or, you know, fly funky, fly super high (ahh), you know, ’cause the alternative doesn’t seem super great, but you know, besides the point, but yeah, no, no, no, this was, this was great. uh, (shut up), hey, you know, shout out +808 bass+, what can i say? shout out +soundboard spam+. wait, when did i make this one?

[outro: sp+wnvii]
spit on it
and, that’s the end, thank you for listening

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