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weevy - canada slums lyrics

[intro]
alright, alright, alright
attempt number 5
actually, i’m gonna lower the mic a little bit
that’s better, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
okay, that’s good, that’s good
so its not f+cking like
piercing your f+cking eardrums
also it’s on green, so
here we go

[verse 1]
f+ck i’m blind i need new glasses
b+tch think my lube is molasses
i be stroking all day long, that’s how i flow; no contraptions
hoes think i got lots of dough
only got a couple hundred
room’s filled up with lots of smoke
now she’s running out of options
mixing pills since i could read
now we’re talking lsd
i got more racks than the stores of downtown slums of tennessee
no hoes inside, gotta flee
smoke around the giving tree
now i’m starving, gotta eat
what’s for lunch?
brеad and cheese
now b+tch think i got more money than fеrris bueller
i be sh+tting on your girl this make me so cooler
all this sh+t in my girls platted pewter?
i’m here like “give me your money your f+cking cougar”
[interlude]
who the f+ck is this guy?
alright, who hired this guy?
you’re gonna pay for that, alright?
actually, i got his, um, beat from youtube in less than 20 seconds
i looked up “instrumentals,” first thing i saw, i took it, listened to it, gave it a shot, pretty good, so, um
but if i hear that guy one more time
imma lose it

[verse 2]
ketchup, sauce, no mayo
i be eating since day four
anorexic flat ass can’t tell me what that i should pay for
got tickets to see the rangers
now i’m gone, see ya later
bas+m+nt trappin’, no relaxin’
b+tch is thirsty, give her a fountain
see this is what i’m made of you gotta be happy
i give you comedy and no need for your money
this song turns your girl into a badass little thottie
when i come over, all of them call me smooth hottie
(this one’s weird)
water drips down her lips, i bust
i need a towel; gotta nut, but there’s no luck
jerk faster, there’s more coming out
her face looks like a pack of reese’s peanut cups
[outro]
i told you i’ll f+cking k!ll you if you come back, alright?
son of a b+tch, he’s probably f+cking french canadian
i’m not f+cking joking
i can’t f+cking believe i gotta deal with this b+tch
alright, listen
first track, pretty good
might be better than like ya should

[verse 3]
i got more bars than, um, i don’t know

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