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#bns cypher - based negative squad lyrics

[verse 1: acid souljah]
when i’m f*cking on my b*tch i sound like xaviersobased
ahh, ahh, i get up in the p*ssy like ahh
i ain’t with the foo foo sh*t, i’m like bryan silva, i pull up, go gra*ta*ta
i’m with my b*tch in little italy, eating expensive pasta
your favorite rapper kissing dudes
they acting h*lla sussy like they an imposter
you eating fifty cent packets of ramen
me and christ eating steak and shrimp and lobster
your girlfriend sent me a picture of her p*ssy
i said that sh*t was gross and i blocked her
b*tch, your p*ssy flaps look like the blob monster from monsters vs aliens
i’m from houston, so my plug an alien
i told lero, “if you keep popping x pills, you finna look like an alien”
i got h*lla b*tches on my d*ck like i’m baby alien
we also f*ck with fat hoes like the other baby alien
my money tall as f*ck like it’s somalian

[verse 2: tenkay]
gone off my ass, vision look like a kaleidoscope
i came up off my own swag and now they leeching like a nematode
you big as f*ck, i might just f*ck, but first i got to see your toes
b*tch, i’m rocky with the work, came off the muscle like my name stallone
all my b*tches independent, i could f*ck then leave their ass alone
it’s five hundred for the feat, the f*ck you thought? boy, i’m way too known
if my money come up short, i’m posted in your yard like garden gnome
say you eating, but your stomach touching your back, i know you starving, ho
i got five going for thirty, but if you white, i’ll probably charge you more
even though i paid the electric bill, i’m blacking out, really in my mode
i could never put my faith in that ho, i put it on my soul
hop out with the draco like i’m soulja boy
said he want beef with me like soulja boy
stop talking, i don’t know that boy, he soft as h*ll like corduroy
told my spanish b*tch, “dame s*xo”, and i don’t got to tell her, “por favor”
i don’t got to throw a stack, my presence alone made her ass touch the floor
acid souljah said he ain’t letting them corduroy shoes touch the floor
any n*gga touch his corduroy shoes, n*gga, he gon’ touch the floor
my uncle got that hit dope and your auntie keep coming back for more
i walk up in this b*tch looking like 2011 jacob latimore
these f*ck n*ggas ain’t even near, stay out the way, i’m steering clear
only thing i ever feared is fear, tuned out the voices in my ear
f*cking this russian b*tch, putin that work like my name vladimir
i’m just a lost artist, i feel like van gogh when he cut his ear
n*gga, lamborghini merci, your b*tch is so thirsty
with that beast like i’m percy, i’m hitting it raw, ’cause she might burn me
her daddy an old b*st*rd, no wonder she came out dirty, uh
bad white b*tch, she look like jennette mccurdy, uh
[verse 3: christ dillinger]
i pull up and get unreasonably mad at n*ggas just like soulja boy
go ahead and try to run, n*gga
we gon’ shoot you in the back just like soulja boy
your b*tch getting f*cked just like soldier boys
talk sh*t about you online and wait for you to join
[?] with a crypto coin, my crypto be called, “you got robbed coin”
chains on my neck so d*mn big it look like slavery came back
told the plug, “keep that wack ass tris, we sipping wockhardt and yak”
chain look like drake bell and keenan and kel, n*gga, it’s all that
i been the n*gga [?]
every time i see unc, he said it’s his last time doing crack
me and tenkay in the crib drinking henny bottles back to back to back
we ain’t doing no fronts, credits or payment plans on the crack
uncie [?] asking for credit on his crack, he get smacked with the gat
[?], got more drugs than the grateful dead
off more drugs than laker from shed
i wake up in the morning getting head, i’m getting head before i get to bed
both my front pockets look fat, your front pockets looking zimbabwean
cocaine look yugoslavian, top shelf got me looking korean
look at my right wrist, pirates of the caribbean
chanel sunglasses on, i’m not seeing, shoot a n*gga quick, so stop reaching
rappers reply guys in the dm, i’m just a rapper, i’m not your friend
i only freestyle, don’t use a pen, free all my n*ggas out the pen
meet with the plug, he said, “todo bien” i won’t get on the stand like gunna
we got more crack than a plumber, f*ck a label, don’t need no distribution
i handle the fentanyl distribution, a christ dillinger feature cost a cuban
we got bags in the trap big as a boulder, i’m slimier than a show promoter
drive my car drunk, ’cause i’m the owner, i’m getting that dough like homer
dance moves hitting like stevedastoner
dancing with a glock like stevedastoner
get out of bed and i want to crash out
wake up in the morning and crash out, two yellow xans in my mouth
f*ck a n*gga’s b*tch in my crib then i nut in her hair and kick her out
walk in the kitchen and black out, my verse r*t*rded like nba youngboy
front pockets look like gypsy rose’s husband
wear haunted mound merch? can’t trust it
i’m high as f*ck, i can’t lie, so high, i feel like i can’t die
keep the trish, i want the pie, wake up in the morning, i’m getting fly
my chain so big that kids look up to me
the b*tch of your dreams is just a sl*t to me
off more drugs than gucci mane before they cloned him
rappers need loans and labels loan them
shoot out with a n*gga like soulja boy
shoot a video in the opps’ hood like soulja boy
got my own video game console [?] look like soulja boy
rob my fans like a hundred thousand times, n*gga, like soulja boy
sliding over the car, shooting n*ggas with a draco just like soulja boy
talk about you on vladtv like soulja boy
i was beefing with blue faces like soulja boy
beef with three n*ggas at once like soulja boy
put a n*gga on, then start beefing with him, then get cool with him
then start beefing with him, then put him on
then start beefing with him again like soulja boy
[verse 4: brodiebased]

[verse 5: pistolero2k]

- based negative squad lyrics

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