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v1ll14n - goblin lyrics

[part i]

[chorus]

bleeding, bleeding, bleeding, bleeding, bleeding, goblin
bleeding, bleeding, bleeding, bleeding, bleeding, goblin
bleeding, bleeding, bleeding, bleeding, bleeding, goblin
bleeding, bleeding, bleeding, bleeding, bleeding, goblin
bleeding, bleeding, bleeding, bleeding, bleeding, goblin
bleeding, bleeding, bleeding, bleeding, bleeding, goblin
bleeding, bleeding, bleeding, bleeding, bleeding, goblin
bleeding, bleeding, bleeding, bleeding, bleeding, goblin
bleeding, bleeding, bleeding, bleeding, bleeding, goblin
bleeding, bleeding, bleeding, bleeding, bleeding, goblin
bleeding, bleeding, bleeding, bleeding, bleeding, goblin
bleeding, bleeding, bleeding, bleeding, bleeding, goblin

[verse 1]

i ain’t tracing
gott hem up now they dancing
jumping round
wit the play+doh
running round
with the mayo

build it
break it
no no
race it
i ain’t
racist
got my basics
you not
racist
you got basics

[chorus]

[bridge}

running mats
jumping jacks
hangman
superman
ironman
all men are kind
i ain’t feminist
you are relevant
you have legacy
oliver tree
miss you
boywithuke
sick of u

[verse 2]

b+tch ass b+tches
got them rich ass
you got revenge
i aint breathing
i am german
you are herman
joking
roping
livin
ok
pounds
rounds
jogging
mobbing
nachos
tacos
running from narcos
benny blancos
[verse 3]

yeah you know me
i ain’t op
chasing rats
racing cats
destroy you
you know me
i ain’t op
chasing rats
racing cats
destroy you
inform you
got them rich ass b+tches
but they’re snitches
i know
you don’t like me
but you wanna fight me
right round
beyblade uh
hay day uh
yeah all these bitcges on my d+ck woah
f+ck up these b+tches with my d+ck woah
what am i talking i ain’t got no p+n+s
mine is probably one inch woah

[outro]

clingy mf
rich mf
poor mf
lying mf
you are a mf
i ain’t no mf

[part ii]

goblin

[intro]

i ain’t lea (ning)
i ain’t grie (ving)
i ain’t blee (ding)
i stole nothing in my live from my momma
i stole nothing in my live from my papa
i ain’t lea (ning)
i ain’t grie (ving)
i ain’t blee (ding)
these b+st+rds playing xylophone in their backyard
got no other peaches to throw at them
i could send down a fart
running, running

[verse 1]

ah+ah+ah+ah+ah+ah+ah
monopoly
got these b+tches checking on me
somebody tell doja cat
i’m trying indulge in that
my brother, i think you should take that back
cuz look at that ugly head
my brother you said that you loved her
but looking back i think that you’re a tw+t
but besided her you have hair on your head
go in your room make your bed
losing my mind about you
central cee more like central pee

[verse 2]

k!lling spree
got these b+tches up on me
running from the barace
hopped out the jet flexing like sylvester
no sir

[chorus]

running from the cops screaming something like yes sir
hopped out the car flexing like obama

live, love, laugh
you remember me
live, love, laugh
out of central bank
you remember me
sharp s double g
live, love, laugh
you remember me

[part iii]

[verse 1]

smelling like porridge
git these sneakers off of alibaba
cumming from the back street like michele obama
put the ball in the net like sturridge
v+card got these b+tches up on v+buck
be hot got this hoes in v+c+ck
falling like gibby off the roof
rough+rough
got these b+tches like
kraw+kraw
dissing up dissing who
jumping jacks all up the back
you know that we on the racks
but there is one rule
no cheating
f+ck up these rich+ass motherf+ckers
you’re not funny like a raisin
f+ck these b+tches up with mace+ing
kilamonjaro
f+ck these b+tches like mario

[chorus]

meaningless
feeling less
happy
meaningless
feeling less
happy
me and my friends being lazy
all up these sleeves feeling shady
slavery is banned
and that’s good
feeling inappropriate
what’s hood
feeling hazy

[verse 2]

hatin on me because i do it better
writing these lyrics like writin a letter
the wok is in poland it’s boutta get lit
upload a new song and they all double cl!ck
don’t get me started i won’t ever stop
i’m feelin bored so i sip on the wok
spinnin in circles like hands on a clock
lil boat on go he pull up to the dock
ma take uh walk
i don’t fear my ops
she gon feel my rock
as i molly wop
ima wizard
oz
i don’t fear the cops
they gon fear my glock
that was 50 shots
now his body twitching
ina ditch
right by a lil school of kids
now his mommy really miss
when she saw him on his sh+t
now he ina ditch
f+ck these hoes like my b+tch
you can not die
cuz you can’t see
making you to pie
like jay+z
molly rock
got my c+ck
running circles
like my opps

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