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yesify and young vicious - never come around lyrics

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[intro]
you just pull me to pull the trigger when i’m ready
and that’s exactly what i did, pulled the trigger

[verse 1: yesify]
follow me up on the ‘gram
look at me rap like “d+mn!”
got off of my feed, stop tryna spam
hop on the track and he ran
hate my songs but you act like a fan
i get a call, most likely a scam
they poppin’ a xan
talkin’ my sh+t, b+tch, i’m doin’ my dance
back again, with the white vans
can’t jump like a white man
don’t doubt me, i can fight, man
cancel me, that ain’t right, man
i gettin’ bars like in prison
2020 ain’t seein’ my vision
i got some friends but they keepin’ it distant
use this tool like a pistol, i let it spray on this fool
twisted mind, twisted rhymes
hear the bells likе wind chimes
harry styles, sign the timеs
you is a p+ssy, look into my eyes
i ain’t myself, no disguise
welcome to our circus
welcome to our circus, you the biggest clown
talkin’ battle me, i’ll turn that smile to a frown
yeah we anti+social ‘cause we never come around
yeah we anti+social ‘cause we never come around
[verse 2: young vicious]
my name is vicious
i hit you with plates and dishes
you need to zip it up like some stitches
i’m gettin’ digits and slappin’ midgets
don’t try to figure me out
i’m a special kind of twisted
they kicked me to the curb like i got evicted
risin’ with the fire in our eyes
don’t fear nothin’ ‘cause we’ve already died
f+ck a right turn, i go the wrong way
it’s been a long day, it my way or the highway
i smoke like all day, always
pass the ganja in the hallways
smack my teacher behind the bleachers
then impersonated and stole his wallet
i got a mental disorder, they don’t know what it call it
this a new lap, new track that i’m runnin’ after
pistol pointed to the temple, it’s the final chapter

[verse 3: velocity]
wrappin’ it up like i’m in the mafia
i’ll body ya, let me throw out you body, bro
in the neck of the woods where the bodies go
f+ckin’ these rhymes with a naughty chode
loose on the beat with a doggy flow, with a rocky road
to the top, i scream
at the bottom with the rotting blows
lifestyle’s him [potting clothes?]
got a flower, i’m potting rose
take him to root of it like zero
i chose a choice of new low
and new hoes that i f+ck as my d+ck grows
stuck in the ass, dear
f+ck my b+tt, quit all the maskin’ fear
holy shucks, my m+s+ch+st
my sheep, in my ass a bit
her f+ck new warm is stretched
go and work for cash
handouts passed, end is near
have a blast in the final tier



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