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trapmous3 - arc+ic lyrics

[verse 1: trapmous3]
all my diamonds dance
all my diamonds prance
yo b-tch on my pants (woah)
yo b-tch on my pants
you a little b-tch, you ain’t really with the sh-ts
gonna hop up with the clique
gonna hop up with the clique
shout out boy lil hairline, he hold it down for the 707
all you n-ggas really clowns
all you n-ggas want clout
all your b-tches want clout
your b-tch she on me
yeah b-tch, she on me
your b-tch, she sucking me with her mommy
switchblade tucked, all day, ’til the morning
come out nights, never days
my vision it’s a haze, my vision is a haze
all these f-ckin’ pills i take
all this f-ckin’ lean i drank
all this f-ckin lean i drank
all this f-ckin’ dope i smoke
all this f-ckin’ dope i smoke
if they talking on my blood, they talking on my name

[interlude: trapmous3]
aye shout out bruh lil hairline bruh
aye shout out all these n-ggas bruh big 65 you know what the f-ck going on, bruh aye let let let this n-gga put some fire on the track, boy, know how it be whole lotta gang sh-t going on round here bruh

[verse 2: lil hairline]
hairline on the track
f-ck your mom like i’m michael scott
pull up and my diamonds dance
off a xan, i’m in j-pan
i’m on demon mode, i feel like i’m in h-ll
shout out to my mom, she taught me well
hop out the honda, and i give these boys h-ll
i got the drugs for less than retail
in the back of the cl-ss, b-tch i’m zooted, so i laugh
i was never good at math, ima still count my stacks
babygirl, i’m feeling great, got narcotics in my brain
running for her in the rain
b-tch you lame, you cannot hang
vampire b-tch got fangs
gothic b-tch, she got a blade
got these adidas with suede
crooked hairline, high fade

- trapmous3 lyrics

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