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the ugly boys - kulture swap lyrics

[verse 1: jacob]
i be making movies, you actin’ like its a photograph
if you tryna battle, you better go write an epitaph (hol’ up)
phantom all black, motherf+ckers in the cab
i gotta [panic unless you the wet?], this g+wagon be overstaffed
24 hours of the day, moving weight like it’s fitness
it’s a game, yo sh+t basic like a litmus
test a motherf+cker
i’m in range, you can hit this  speak up one more time, gon’ end up on my hit list
from the bay, i’m down in mexico
got the stacks like its texaco
gotta [?] snow
i be seasoned oregano
[perc?] in the capillary
you p+ssed over some vocabulary
ain’t about the problems, yo sh+t just be the reactionary
savage lyrics, i smash the mirror where that sh+t ain’t happy
i be writing verses while girls put in they captions (aye)
i made 12 racks off a beat, [least i can see these?]
i just wanna seek peace, we hit these streets
motherf+ckers chief keef
break these, speak heat
i got a key sheet, guess rappers tryna seek beef
i got a key sheet, guess rappers tryna seek beef
seek beef
[verse 2: quinn]
f+ck beef, i let the numbers speak for themselves
started speaking ‘bout your record, i mean talking in l’s
all these demons in my system tryna take me to h+ll
but i be weirded out with the water, had me wishin ‘em well
sly work
is as easy as one+two+three
she know what up next after a+b+c
started droppin’ at the ladies all over me
had to isolate myself but she ain’t over me
aye, she cannot get over me, that girl was knockin’ on the meat
got her rippin’ off the sheets, so i made her take a seat
started boppin’ on the beat, retro jays got flashing fees
stoppin’, droppin’ on the beat, baby mama calling me
sh+t, money calling so you know i pick up the phone
twin b+tches in my bed like i was f+cking with clones
v+lone on body, spend a bag on the clothes
west coast to chicago, come back these roads
i snap on every track like a motherf+ckin’ kodak (snap!)
don’t know that we be makin’ our sh+t like f+ck a format
i remember times when i would put the cash under the doormat
don’t i know that we be on the top but we ain’t gonna go back (nah)

[break: sam, jacob, quinn]
i was talking to them, they weren’t listenin
i tried to tell ‘em
d+mn right
go off then
[verse 3: sam]
look, i move the sonically about a sonic speed
honestly, a body piece, i never leave apologies
no, i’ve never been letting the tech blow
and i ain’t making techno
my bars so hard, y’all should go and let tech know
had it since the get+go, so i could hear the echo
on the internet, i been a threat
they screaming i’m the next hope
‘cause i’m known to smoke flows like novos
and i’m so cold, but not go and cold frozen
you know, unlimited gold
come with it, if the dance cold
flow, blowin’ a hole up in your lineage
homie winning it, bet that sh+t is definitive
my competition? baby b+tches
really should be in a bib
since the beginning, i been feelin’ it
been snappin’ it, been doin’ it
so fluid it’s no accident
been shooting, no bum movement
i won’t pass this sh+t
no team player, i see paper and go grab it
quick, you see
i’m sick of being patient
i’m tired of waiting, sh+t
it’s time to go and take it
come and see, ‘cause i’m gonna lead these b+tches on the pavement
while i’m scheming on a lake in tahiti receiving payment
i’m gone
[outro]
i do this for the culture, the profit just ain’t mean sh+t to me
b+tches grippin’ me, swappin’ it, flippin’ it like rotisserie

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