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[z6]jimmy. - rhombus. lyrics

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senor b+tt cream
back with the dream team
yeah, uh+huh
throw that ass in a rhombus, not a diamond

b+tch did what i done said, i ain’t no simon
n+++a, i done got no watch, i put the time in
n+++a, all y’all n++++s fake, movin’ on slimy
ugly ass n+++a lookin’ muddy as h+ll

man, your boots ain’t no doc martens, they done fake as h+ll
rick owens on your feet, gon’ get robbed tonight
i look like robin bigg, i’m finna skate, all right
boy, i’m finna get a f+ckin’ skater on it

feel like cousin skeeter got the potty, uh+huh
all y’all n++++s actin’ like you bout it homie
pour the mop, i feel like i be a janitor, uh+huh
w+low, so on your head, that sh+t red now

red dye, that thing look like red dye
n+++a, welcome to my ted talk
shе don’t even like to talk, shе just go gulp, gulp
throw that ass in the square, n+++a

rollin’ for your sweet like a pear, n+++a
and i’d rather eat a apple p+ssy, n+++a
i’ve been runnin’ through that motherf+ckin’, uh
little package, n+++a
drunk sd h+ll inside the club
man, get away from me, you fat as h+ll
n+++a, you know i’ve been a whiskey n+++a well
drop a coin inside your body, n+++a, now it’s show and tell

grab that n+++a like teddy bear
claw machine that n+++a for like 25 cents
ain’t gotta put a hit on you for 10k
i come to your block and i’m in like 10 graves

eastside boy, you’re r+t+rded as h+ll
sh+t, i don’t even know how to spell
spectacular spider+man when i slang my d+ck
man, that b+tch so thick, i’m like, who is this

y’all b+tch like listenin’ to type o
n+++a, stop talkin’, you writin’ typos
n+++a, you ain’t got sh+t, though
all i gotta do is write a survival

die, throw that ass in a rhyme, b+tch
n+++a, when i rap, that sh+t is science
start without that talk, you be lyin
talk about you proud, you ain’t even simple, n+++a

i ain’t even heard of n++++s that be talkin’, n+++a
little+ass kid look like shirley temple, n+++a
we gon’ pop it, mama, like a pimple, n+++a
we ain’t gon’ shoot her, we just gon’ run a train on her
n+++a, i’ll put that motherf+ckin’ stank on her
like lil wayne in 2005, n+++a, rain on her
fat joe can’t run that n+++a down
or he skinny now, i done forgot, i don’t give a f+ck

cd ran to his car, they took some pictures, huh
i hope i don’t end up like diddy, i ain’t got no allegations, cuz
y’all act like i got sh+t, man, and i ain’t even talkin’ about
throw that ass in a rhombus

n+++a, when i write, that sh+t is science
at two years old, ain’t need no trikey
was ridin’ on two wheels, no handlebars, you like me
that old b+tch done liked me

you like to tell that beef, it’s highly unlikely
honestly, i don’t like you, you know that my squad, n+++a
i’ll have grundy beat you up in the parking lot
slide reels on your face, n+++a, pull up, n+++a

we gon’ turn your ass into a baby nape, n+++a
i know you like wearin’ all that design
i know you bought that sh+t from the thrift store, n+++a
stop with all that lyin’, huh

man, my trap smell like chloroform
walk into that b+tch, y’all n+++a, he stuffin’ for him
we on that n+++a now, he dead or something
we don’t feel that n+++a, with some lead or some

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