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sbn3 – no evian lyrics

see a couple boy bands in the cutl-ss
guess god had a couple quintuplets
f-ck this, never down with the congregational
their wealth generational, worship what you patient for
marilyn manson thought establishment’s funny
but still took advantage and established that money
green like a celtic, you ain’t takin’ this from me
pierced 11 times okay stabbin’ ain’t funny
keep it running i’mma need warm motor
they tryna scare me like they’re halloween soldiers
pop 30’s on the 31st of october
take the mask off when they see the night’s over
beef come with the cheese, why they unkosher?
b-st-rds askin’ “why convert you’re older?”
cause jesus is a she and she told me come on over
jesus is a she pushin’ cola with the polars

all this sh-t it’s been chasin’ me
get a taste of the pacin’ and i’m the pen, no erasin’ me
inkin’ that the cruel intentions movie my favorite scenes
poppin’ out the vhs, they can’t even play with me
they call out my calls when they can’t understand
then they pullin’ up with burners gettin’ brutal man
you fire llamas, make me do the runnin’ man?
well i got them otters, make you do the noodle dance
knew the d-mn voodoo man cookin’ up the rumor land
fruity motherf-ckers left me sayin’ “tootles, man”
get the shooter inst-tutioned, i think i can teach him
britney spears the diva jesus, i don’t think i’m reachin’
oh you think that stuff a bluff? then let’s get bettin’ on it
you screamin’ to your team until a phantom on it
bet a bowl of soup, i’m puttin’ neve campbell on it
bet a pack of smokes, put the whole camel on it

they got rounds and blades but it’s never rollers
squeeze until the barrel empty, never gogurt
call the soldier on a vicious vacation
system of a down but his system playstation
no bots boy, this i spam patient
kneel on backstreet, that’s avoidin’ d-mnation
nick carter’s god to his whole d-mn nation
fly from the jump vince carter no relation
leave you shiver cold when i spit the hot truth
god kept it 100, 98° they god too
married to the marketin’, money that’s all i knew
’till that death death do us part, tell the game i do
where they award the new music videos
i ain’t sit in new york city, i’mma stand with christina and britney
shoutin’ out whitney, scan the crowd quickly
know that she ain’t fear the glizzy, tellin’ em you ain’t sh-t, b

ask me what i learned, tell you what i’m gonna earn
4 stacks of b-tter that’s a pound you’ll never churn
call me irs, wait on me for my return
son of ra, touch the sun i never burn
i’m horus with tele on
daly never tell me wrong, nextel flip the celly on
get her bottled water but don’t make it any evian
humble kids keep the penny long
ask me what i learned, tell you what i’m gonna earn
4 stacks of b-tter that’s a pound you’ll never churn
call me irs, wait on me for my return
son of ra, touch the sun i never burn
i’m horus with tele on
daly never tell me wrong, nextel flip the celly on
get her bottled water but don’t make it any evian
humble kids keep the penny long

they tell me “son you need to pray”
but everyday i pray
everyday i pray to all the gods the label make
everyday i pray that i’ll be god eventually
that i’ll be god eventually
i ain’t 5 percent, guess i’m just a devil
and x a devil, and spears a devil
label yakub, they want you to hear the devil

- sbn3 lyrics

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