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xv - willy wonkavator (blow up freestyle) lyrics

[xv:]
look at the beats that i done buried
tell me i can’t bless this like five hail mary’s
dead is so grateful that i’m a have to tell jerry
clearly, i’m still going unaware of the unwary
yeah, haters stay imaginary as five fairies in the library
eating on snozzberries, say, i rarely got the city on my back
you lisa simpson n-gg-s need to get off my saxs
i rep that deuce one. blackjack
riding and i’m lifting up my hood like a hatchback
whipping in my hot wheel, ain’t riding on no snap track
i’m after slum dog millions, you after kat stacks
better wear a condom and a hazmat
b-tches waste my time i wouldn’t give ’em in a flashback
rappers fill they flash drives with whack tracks
couldn’t break a record with a gl-ss plaque
motherf-cker, that’s that, i bag hunnies like mcm n-gg-
championship ballin like wimbledon n-gg-
the dudes that talk big, i never envy them n-gg-s
they been lying since forever like mgm n-gg-
it’s hard to quit the bull, they be on some jordan sh-t
’cause when you really do it, you don’t choose it, you were born in it
so i do it for my fam and you, florida sh-t
and i’m a kill a n-gg- on some dexter morgan sh-t
i promise mama that college just wasn’t for the kid
’cause i’m after the trophies you don’t box up in storages
n-body ever sing my praises
amazing now i’m hopping up on stages where they all singing my choruses
said f-ck a job, now all i do is f-cking work
like a naughty secretary or a sl-tty nurse
got the last laugh on people who acted funny first
hungry like the homeless but i never spit a b-mmy verse
signed with warner, now i got that bugs bunny smirk
what up doc? seven’s spock and i’m a younger kirk
stay with hard lines like a modern warfare perk
and always throwing up my city until my tummy hurt
dynamite life, let’s have a blast all over these bars, put it on my tab
gunning for the roses and i’m strumming like slash
i don’t toot my own h-rn, i brought the whole br-ss
put my bars on the graph, everything’s proportion
’cause i never spit no trash, these are worth a fortune
’cause n-gg-s throw me -ss cap, they need aflac
conceited about my good tracks, i always get a bad rap
i plot my winds just like it to wear a gas mask
and my gear is high end like giraffe -ss
i’m after that dollar, almost four quarters
and warner’s about to put me in the last half

now watch they stock just go up
your alb-m dropping soon, tell em hold up
vizzy lifting drinks, tell em pour up
my w-lly wonkavator bout to go up

- xv lyrics

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