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wilcon - copper! lyrics

copper! lyrics
[intro]
we just heard a cop!

[verse]
starting up an on your seat edge thriller
p+ssy bald with a tat
like reggie miller
to the ear i’m a
mix of jid with j dilla beats
sh+t stanky and sw+nky
i’m talking hilary

dipping and dashing
got my pattern it’s exact
i’m gonna zig and then a zag
bust a right then hang a left
jump over fence, duck under branch
run like i committed theft
if you let me in your car
then you’re a g, no f+ckin’ sheff

i can tell you that right now
i am the best to ever do it
a hop, skip, jump
and i’ll get right to it
all my words permanent
like f+ckin’ tattooing
smoke a wood, write a song
imma go jump in the pool, b+tch
oh please stop
tryna make my cheese rot
you kinda make my cheeks hot
i could f+ck with this it’s like two peas in a peapod
last week i f+cked on a starbucks barista
i took her to the hut and i ate her (nah)

i think i got a couple things wrong with me
pull up to the cyph, yeah i brought a sh+tty bong with me
all my f+ckin’ friends, asking will you write a song for me?
if i did, i’d have to air it out, like dirty laundry
everything is hard to be
the greatest so ironically
i’m feeling like i’m dr. dre
i’m smoking on the chronic leaf
imma flex on y’all like i just won the lottery
clearly you can tell i’m a train, n0body stopping me

crushing up the mushrooms
then i mix it in with lipton
hopefully they don’t come home
or imma dip then
dipset
ain’t no immunity in this b+tch
and i don’t wanna bring the community into this
but i guess i will because i like to cause some trouble
reduce the beat to smithereens
i rock just like some rubble
i keep it on the double
i keep it on the triple
and boy you need some milk
like you sucking on a nipple
got the vip parking at the
spot next to cripples
but i brought all my dogs with me
boxers and pitbulls
and that’s factual
flying international
buying souvenirs
just to prove my trips are actual
shotgun a beer
but that sh+t ain’t tactical
rapping bout the b+tches just like all the other rappers do
oh no!

yeah i’ve never met a b+tch like you
well i did once, yeah but you’re that b+tch times two
playing hide and seek, i’m dipping, yeah i won’t find you
gon’ be sitting there until the reaper behind you

i’m the carolina reaper pepper on the beat
cause i’m the hottest
i’m gonna start being honest
and f+ck being modest
number one like i’m stoudemire
on f+ckin’ offense
i ain’t telling no jokes
get through your f+ckin’ noggin!

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