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custom - b.horn lyrics

(spookybands)
i’m on that west coast
me and b.h*rn zoltron
when i take my hair out the bun i’m gohan
with a b*tch under both arms
told ry get a beat that my team could on
sent the sh*t to me like, “go off”
i got no enemies i can see, nah i’m blind to the hate
every day i just show love
oh, i know baby girl gonn’ show up
’cause she know that we all ’bout to blow up
old school really not my custom
but i get up on the drum i bust some
police act like i done some
man, what they don’t know can’t hurt ’em
i ain’t pullin’ back the curtain don’t trust none
got the girl out her sh*ll gave me neck like a turtle
wanna know my worth? it’s a hun*hun

you my son, son, son like pre*k
gave the gang 3k no cheapskate
put some money on her waist, that’s a cheesecake
then i gave the b*tch away, like ebay
wait, wait call her back for a threeway
on the stage, and i made it look easy
imma pass it back to b. no relay
got me on that boom bap *let’s k!ll this sh*t let’s f*ckin’ go*

(b.h*rn)
wow, thank you sal
eyes roll back ’til we faded out
east coast swag with a crazy style
west coast love had to save the file, i got
a million verses i wrote in cursive on f*ckin’ purpose
spooky told me to clown ’em i represent the circus

i bring the zoo out
i moved out and threw the food out
i do doubt this new clout
who’s bringing you down?
my mood could f*ck up a blue cloud
and bring the moon out
i’m rollin’ like molly dust
keep a really tight circle new people is hard to trust

beat go around like a dragon ball
geeked off sound need an adderall
tracks get bounced like a basketball
i crack a smile i ain’t mad at y’all, i’m
high on life and livin’ it to the fullest
think i might just rock a mullet
so your girlfriend can pull it, hold up

yeah hold up
yeah hold up
yeah hold up
we keep the party in the front
all the business in the back
brandon h*rn and spookybands
puttin’ work in ‘cross the map all day

*i’m gettin’ texts from spooky right now, though
it’s gonna be a f*ckin’ banger son, what’s good?*

- b horn lyrics

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