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walter florence - $keptic! lyrics

[intro: walter florence, lavinia blue & ajhani azure]
you’s a
you’s a
motha’-f-ckin’ skeptic
x3

skeptic
you’s a mo-mo-mo-mo-f-ckin
x4

wally…
they ain’t ready for this one…
ahh

[verse 1: walter florence]
shout out to my kat and then a shout out to my dogs
that’s lavinia nigga
and my swang’ is swervin’ like a car
don’t got 5 hoes i need tacos
and that’s bringin’ me up far
you don’t believe me like its fraud
it’s something bout the way i talk
(yeah)

i don’t got no f-cking patience
i don’t wait for niggas maintenance
i’m that
16 year old pissy faced nigga who needs surveillance
cause i’m in the conversation
and its all from dedication
and you niggas all generic call that
shitty inspiration
(yeah)

niggas lookin’ at me funny
cause they twisted up with money
and they jealous of the crepe’s
nigga p a q respect
outfits hard to digest
cause i’m rollin’ with a scent
that these b-tches never smelt
so i don’t
dress with consent
uh

i’ve been going way to hard in this shit i need to chill!

[verse 2: walter florence]
and
i am that nigga that niggas don’t f-ck with and
niggas don’t mess with it cause i’m o.g
and i keep it so real
cause i keep it so clean
vro’ says i’m o.p
cause i’m only sixteen
and i write like a bean
cause i’m takin’ a shit
on this f-ckin’ nice beat
and i’m really kinda sweet and
catch you on the street and
kiss you on the cheek and
on the weekend
we could talk about plans
and

you way to skeptic
that shit is infection
you question the question
most niggas don’t question
and you get the message
that nigga i’m messin’
with the adolescents
those niggas depressin’
so give em’ a headache
and f-ck their opinion
they wishin’ they had it
they wishin’ they got
but them b-tches attic
so put em’ away
they to problematic
don’t be so dramatic

[verse 3: woodsy]
b-tch is so skeptic i smoke on the lettuce
my grind is relentless i pour up my bredren
no i ain’t selfish
she suckin’ some d-ck
and i make that b-tch breathless
yeah
yeah
louis bag
‘lot a swag
count the cash
lot of that
f-ck the b-tch
then i dip
foreign whip
gotta dash
bad b-tch fat -ss
f-ck her in a mayback
stu- every night we ain’t laid back
nah
i f-cked the hoe and her friend
i just pulled up in a benz
pull up to sax and drop 10
drippin’ with cartier lens
drippin’ with cartier lens
drippin’ while selling i’m faded
wanna tell my mamma i made it
cartiers on her and shirtless

pull up in a coop that’s the latest
x2
yuh

[verse 4: ajhani azure]
these niggas is skeptic
ground to electric
i’m unaffected
(yuh yuh)
pure and poetic
i’m the majestic
god has selected
(king, jhanz)
(skir-skirt)
we ain’t in fruition
sit back and listen
pound after pound
for clown after clown
town after town
i’m firing out
lyrical ammunition
(skir-skirt)

nouns
verbs and adjectives
now sir
a detective
‘round here to detect if
murder of a collective
burner of these skeptics
can be done by only one man
m-ss murder rapped in 30 seconds
young azure the f-cking gunman!

[outro: walter florence]
pissy f-ckin face 2019 nigga
new wave b-tch
nigga
we bout to get out this motha’-f-ckin’ cl-ssroom
f-ck that university shit
f-ck that college shit
nigga we bout to get out the-
oh f-ck nigga

i know
i cuss to much

skeptic!

- walter florence lyrics

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