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thiccboig - line em up lyrics

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i’m not creed but i’m always tryna fight
lebron james with the cranberry sprite
this real life, this ain’t fortnite
you all bark but you ain’t f-ckin bite
get on stage, i’ll give you stage fright
we come in the dark
more heat than light
you either do or don’t
it’s all black and white
im always working hard
but i ain’t dwight

put your girl on me like i’m your ma
get high like an eagle, but i ain’t ra
are you telling lies? no papa
f-ck with zoop gang hear pop pop pop

t-series versus pewdiepie naw it’s me versus you
imma end your world
like i am cthulhu
i’m choppy with the beat but i don’t do kung fu
the money really long but it’s color navy blue

line em up we gon line em up
line em up and then we shoot em up
shoot em up we throw em in the trunk
in the trunk we take em to the dump

you girl dying for some d and i’m the sun b-tch
they say i’m an -ssh0l- like i’m trump b-tch
that’s alright tho i don’t mind being called trump
we grab a b-tch by her p-ssy shoot her boyfriend up
my b-tch a 10 make em pitch a tent in his pants
my gun a draco make you dance hoping it’ll jam
my friend is the man get the goods and rubber bands
my crew tighter than the p-ssy on your b-tch i’m slayin

aye and i’m a lyrical expert
your lyrics so basic you might need a professor
hairline so off lookin like a molester
you follow all the sheep but i am the shepherd

these b-tches flockin to my rocket call me sp-ce-x
i’m straight rocking and popping a girl with no dress
i never run out of money, no need to finesse
i heard you was a rat and i control pest

line em up we gon line em up
line em up and then we shoot em up
shoot me up we throw em in the trunk
in the trunk we take em to the dump

popping all these pills so they call me mary poppins
popping on your b-tch cause that b-tch need a stocking
we jumped that man john
call that johns hopkins
we always on the grind from birth to the coffin
i’m super ill but you only be coughing
whatever i’m wearing you try be coping
the machine you are is the one that be copying
i k!ll that beat like i’m a butcher that’s slaughtering

i can chop up like i’m the karate kid
shutting the f-ck up is the best thing you ever did
stop your gene line, don’t have any kids
i’m doing the sh-t, that rapping forbids
i’m coming straight up and i’m aiming for forbes list
when i’m at the top i’ll be aiming for your forehead
when i’m at the top better bet your b-tch give me head
being cold blooded is the only way to get ahead

line em up we gon line em up
line em up and then we shoot em up
shoot me up we throw em in the trunk
in the trunk we take em to the dump

- thiccboig lyrics

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