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violight – bad blessings lyrics

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they wanna take me apart (yea)
i don’t even know where to start (bruh)
don’t even tell me the cost (yuh)
i’m gonna talk all the sh#t i want

hands in the pockets, my wrist like a rocket
you’re gripping my d#ck, i won’t ask you to stop it
hoes hitting me up, like a punching bag
i got the money bag, you got the dirty rag b#tch

sorry your girl sucks d#ck bro
she give me the deepthroat
i give her the t#bone
she give me her front row
hands in the pants now
i got her all weekend but
i ditch her and leave though

i’m just gonna ball then
i got the porsche i got the h#rnet
you can’t afford it yuh
not gonna fall down i got the touchdown

you’re like a run down, up when the sun down
back with a gun now, put on your makeup
you calling me up and you really wanna fake stuff

i don’t believe in karma, i can get it if i want it
all these b#tches taking credit for this sh#t that i’ve been spreading
your blessings have been dead to me
your words have not been said to me
the voices can not offer me a f#cking way back

flex like a maverick
hit with the hat trick
weigh like a fat b#tch
k!ll like a savage
soft like a mattress
high like a mountain
she look like she thirsty
she drown in the fountain

off of the meds
she give me head
i see her br##sts
she is depressed
i cannot test if you’ll be good for me
i could be great, you should not wait for me

i don’t do rap
i just be spitting some sh#t
i take an l and i’m coming right back
i got yo baby girl up at my crib
i hit the blunt and i’m up in her rib
white like beluga
i’m calling the uber
i’m getting this bag
your whole life was a blooper
hitting the gas on the empty
when you spend your whole life tryna’ look trendy

- violight lyrics

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