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vrikie - trashbag lyrics

[intro]
ja. vrikie
super turn’t up. next level sh-t
yah-yah-yah-yah
woah!

[chorus]
seeing right through all of these
n-ggas, no need for a cat scan
’cause you look suspect to me
like police caught you on dash cam
people telling me that weed
makes me go on like a mad man
i’m still gonna smoke the green
too bad i don’t give a rats -ss

[hook]
shots in my hood like its baghdad
doing their dirt like a trash bag
disloyalty, i can’t have that
my ex got dumped like a trash bag
buds got me turn’t like a handstand
they thought we’re smoking a trashbag
black shirt, track pants and vans
sh-t make me look like a trashbag

[verse 1]
feelings getting touched
in the worst way
son n-ggas so much
i’m starting to prefer rain
soon as he heard the name
look at this lame
got him scur’d, made him go to
church on a thursday
look of disdain
p-ssing off you sh-t stains
after sh-tting on the game
like a toilet, won’t pull the chain
so you can smell it, what in the h-ll is
wrong with this fella, can tell he’s insane
he’ll spit a verse and put a hurt to your brains
that same person curse and burst into flames
debating’s friggin’ dumb
yall are like: “he’s the one. no! he’s the one”
concerning beats to done, i’ve been a gun
talking ’bout k!lling em til kingdom comes
talking i’ll eat em up, sticky buns
feed me tons, i’m greedy son
easy does it isn’t fun
sien’ie man? sien’ie man?
yah! what you really want? what you expect
from a young n-gga like me?
i’ma blaze if its 4:20
or whatever time it might be
real recognize real, must be why
they don’t recognize me
my level’s unrealistic compared
to the average sh-t their eyes see
she’s a dork chick, eileen
bet she can still make it ice-cream
bet she can still make a guy fiend
but she’s way too conservative. right wing
bull sh-t aside, its less than likely
that i’ma find new sh-t exciting
no longer trying to live a pipe dream
going through life just doing my thing! aye!

[verse 2]
no-one ever thought that you
n-ggas didn’t suck
stay off my b-lls n-gga
i don’t wanna f-ck
stay off my wall if you
posting bird kak
buncha chickens the way they cluck
once their feathers are getting plucked
save your 2 cents i get enough
its like an allowance
think you know about sh-t?
well i really doubt it
just me and this aura
with which i am surrounded
clowning n-ggas, didn’t even
open up my mouth yet
zero effort
feels though as if he’s better
sick flow, under the weather
three tone under this sweater
hero with a vandetta
k!ll those stieking their bek here
these folks making suggestions?
he wrote every letter
you’re ’bout as clean as a leper
cut through your head like a doctor, no pepper
grow up she said, but instead i forget her
i’ll have a ted on my bed til i’m dead (yuh)
burn up the meds til the end of forever
disrupt your sentence to mention my presence
i shouldn’t beg just to get your attention
i am expectant the second i enter

[outro]
shots in my hood like its baghdad (aye!)

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