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vampviolence - temper lyrics

everyone is dead
what?
my n+gga ayoolii did this b+tch n+gga
(yeah, yeah, gang)

bands bussin in my f+ckin pockets like a +rg+sm (bussin’)
mylan forgot the chop at the crib then i send gore at him (i send gore at him)
n+gga wasn’t fazed by a few shots then i send more at him (fah! fah!)
homicides in the city everyday getting more random (yup)

i ain’t make no blue strips today, i throw a temper tantrum (f+ck!)
call of duty shotty with a drum, cht, caught him campin (cht, bah!)
godd+mn, that’s another f+cking face gone (godd+mn!)
boy what the f+ck you doing with fake bape on? (what the f+ck you doing?)
take that sh+t off!
you is not a drippy n+gga (no!)
maz g got me pointin’ fingers, but i am not snitching n+gga (never)
pulled so many blues out the bank they thought i was crippin’ n+gga (what?)
balenci’s with no d+mn laces, i’m not trippin’ n+gga (big balenci’s)
rolling up like boyz n the hood i’ll make him get to skipping n+gga (ricky!)
fat body skrt with the vroom how i’m tippin’ n+gga (skrrt)
room service, mop his ass up, you tryna tip a n+gga? (mop his ass up)
why you clutchin’ on that stick, acting hard, my sh+t itchin n+gga
i’m with big steppers like it’s stomp the yard, they gone get you n+gga (n+gga, what?)
i’m pushing full court press, never cherry+pickin n+gga (i’m pressin n+gga)
what the f+ck is wrong?
you never seen some lean in lipton n+gga? (what?)
ridin’ with that strap out, like i’m tryna whip a n+gga (yah)
fat rolls in my pocket talkin peter griffin n+gga (griffin n+gga)
who the f+ck is wesson? i don’t know but i got smithen n+gga (i got smith & wesson)
i got missiles in this b+tch in case it’s war, i’m tryna hit a n+gga (tryna hit a n+gga)
like i’m streaming on a twitch account, boy i’m tryna clip a n+gga (i’m tryna clip a n+gga)
all these n+ggas sound the same, here go something different n+gga (huh?)
big choppa go oodle aagh, i just whiffed a n+gga (oodle aagh)
f+ck it nah, cht, cht, bah, boom, i just spliffed a n+gga (bah boom!)
like his ass was late to a class, i dismissed the n+gga (i dismissed him n+gga)

bands bussing in my f+cking pockets like an +rg+sm
mylan forgot the chop at the crib then i send gore at him (i send gore at him)
n+gga wasn’t fazed by a few shots then i send more at him (bah, bah)
homicides in the city everyday getting more random (n+gga what?)

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