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trashman - basedrob lyrics

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[verse 1: basedrob]
man, why does everyone just hate me so much?
i’m the trash man, f-ck you, go roll me a dutch
and this social conundrum is being a crutch
b-tch, i’m out for that cash, i could give a f-ck about your son (i swear to god)
i can f-ck you up with bullets, might only need one (i need a blunt)
f-ck it, i haven’t gotten another spliff b-tch, we might [?] (i need a gun)
p-ssy, what you needa buck up for that sh-t you run? (rob you’re dumb)
two hits, your face, the ground, ya done

[pre-chorus: c$pr the giant]
i stay countin’ money, fingers blue, i need a thimble
whoop all of these hundreds out, your b-tch starts to get nimble
she be actin’ nice until the wave starts to give in, bro
when she get thrown out the club, don’t try to get in though

[chorus: sybyr]
gotta catch ’em all like ash and them
brand new f-ckin’ clothes, not no h&m
n-gg-s wanna stifle, ain’t no use for them
get ’em out of sight, ‘fore we poison them
gotta catch ’em all like ash and them
brand new f-ckin’ clothes, not no h&m
n-gg-s wanna stifle, ain’t no use for them
get ’em out of sight, ‘fore we poison them

[verse 2: c$pr the giant]
they can’t feed off of my energy
they’re less than me, i feel like i am an ent-ty
your enemy, and you don’t wanna f-ck with this, nah
i swear, i’m gonna miss no one
i don’t wanna hear you scream when you’re mad at me
rest in peace with every piece that you’ve said to me
f-ck that, keep it tucked strapped
leakin’ from pockets like i’m fetty and rugrat, like, f-ck that
like, f-ck that (like f-ck that)
like, f-ck that (like f-ck that)
like, f-ck that (like f-ck that)
don’t trust that (don’t trust that)
f-ck that
like, f-ck that
like, f-ck that
don’t trust that

[chorus: sybyr]
gotta catch ’em all like ash and them
brand new f-ckin’ clothes, not no h&m
n-gg-s wanna stifle, ain’t no use for them
get ’em out of sight, ‘fore we poison them
gotta catch ’em all like ash and them
brand new f-ckin’ clothes, not no h&m
n-gg-s wanna stifle, ain’t no use for them
get ’em out of sight, ‘fore we poison them

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