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sole - 9i lyrics

[part 1]

(verse 1)
hug the cactus, the spikes, smug in my skin, in disguise
smudgy slug of the plastic i lug, a sin for the price
galbrun got active, for drunk parents the types
sm*tchy snug with some practice, shrug it spinning it twice
it’s bigger fish to fry, for dinner eye to cry
cheaper knish to bite, wish for wine to try
but why be the pr*cker picker, to white up the eyes of a blind picker
on the sigh of the guy wined on his gut, sicker
cinderella walks till her feet starts bleeding
see your fella talk sh*t, ho*rs* hе be feeding
of course he bе eating
ceased on the shock of my h*ll creaking
it’s summer, i wanna sneeze
(what) it’s allergies
other then those suckers, sneak in my life with these strategies
higher then c rates, degrading like brain batteries
i’m louder when i see someone to erase from my diaries
or like horror trees from cr*ppy homer’s home cacophonies
hordes of wh0res hotter then kims h*rned bags of ironies
scored as a h*rnet h*rning whiteish scads between boundaries

(hook)
it’s a marque on the sole and, that’s on my toes
spark it up on my soul, spark it up if it froze
if it’s dark use some coal, i suppose it’s a rose
i suppose it’s your tone, i suppose how it goes
it’s a marque on the sole and, that’s on my toes
spark it up on my soul, spark it up if it froze
if it’s dark use some coal, i suppose it’s a rose
i suppose it’s your tone, i suppose how it goes
(verse 2)
it’s the quelle patrol, recording at home
i sell it then stole it, forcing them hoes
so i swell me alone, and skirted this pose*
*ers, smell on my own, be smelling a rose, so
spiff it, admit it, bribe spill the pills on the arc side
spit pipes in the spilling archetype
split sums with the worst type’s of guttersnipes
that like tons of dime’s without thinking their guts twice
spivery delivery, show me where my flour be
specifically, the texas tea, the flavour is what i wanna meet
spiffy mimicry if the five*o speaks to me
or the skinny dude starts speaking spiffy, he nestle flee (ehm, see)
i guarantee any cr*ppy me would be a dead emcee
low*key yall agree, agree to disagree
and every flea wants my third degree rhymes free
when they see my one out of three lines to amputee
the voodoo doll i stole, i had no clue what i could do
but then i knew what i could do to you, who?
yeah that’s new, glue you, as i should imbrue
9i grew the best of you, the crew is rapping flu

[part 2]

(instrumental)

(outro)
you’re listening to 9i radio, we hope you’re having a great day, stay safe out there

- 9i lyrics

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