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yung zime – cellophane lyrics

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[intro: yung zime]
ay, yeah

[chorus: yung zime]
let my inner demons out the surface (out the surface)
i know these p+ssies gon’ break, i make ’em nervous (i make ’em nervous)
they just a bunch of losers, let ’em feel worthless (feel worthless)
i couldn’t give a f+ck, i know they got no purpose
i wouldn’t call myself nice, i’m not a blessin’ (i’m not a blessin’)
so many doin’ sh+t with they life, it’s so depressin’ (so depressin’)
i know what i want, i ain’t doin’ no guessin’ (no guessin’)
you b+tches gon’ die at your work, ’cause you bе stressin’

[verse 1: outsiderx]
hundred thousand dollars on the mothaf+ckin’ drеsser
i’ma flip that sh+t for pounds
’bout a 10x on that play, ya
hit your f+ckin’ b+tch
while she cuttin’ up my powder
50 grams on the mothaf+ckin’ counter (counter)

[bridge: outsiderx]
b+tch, i go insane
husain
smokin’ like i’m wu+tang
god d+mn
b+tch, i wonder why?
all you lames, you gon’ be stessin’
cop a couple sticks, now my brain be f+ckin’ lucid
[verse 2: outsiderx]
leave you lookin’ beautiful
all wrapped up in your cellophane
bleeding from your ears
it’s like you carry, b+tch i’m f+ckin’ dead
daddy problems, savage lil’ b+tch with a thick b+tt
she said, “f+ck me good, ’cause my boy, yeah he a p+ssy f+ck”

[bridge: outsiderx]
your b+tch f+ckin’ wild
but i keep her on the f+ckin’ low
your b+tch gettin’ loud
but i take her down and k!ll her, bro
your b+tch f+ckin’ wild
but i keep her on the f+ckin’ low
your b+tch gettin’ loud
but i take her down and k!ll her, bro

[chorus: yung zime]
let my inner demons out the surface (out the surface)
i know these p+ssies gon’ break, i make ’em nervous (i make ’em nervous)
they just a bunch of losers, let ’em feel worthless (feel worthless)
i couldn’t give a f+ck, i know they got no purpose
i wouldn’t call myself nice, i’m not a blessin’ (i’m not a blessin’)
so many doin’ sh+t with they life, it’s so depressin’ (so depressin’)
i know what i want, i ain’t doin’ no guessin’ (no guessin’)
you b+tches gon’ die at your work, ’cause you be stressin’ (you be stressin’)



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