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canteen - biv lyrics

[intro: biv]
aye, yeah

[verse 1: biv]
live a life like mine, spit out the whip
[?] the sky, i’m a nice guy but [?]
trusted eyes, and talk of better times
give a f*ck about your life
i’d rather die than let you live inside of mines, huh
coming from the motive, you a home inside my soul
and that’s the way it goes, the other kids must pay for gold
made me feel like a f*ck*up, into my pockets [?]
now they follow where i go, probably k!ll themselves if i told them so
that’s the type of sh*t that got ya sh*ttin’ off bеat
front [?], to receive thе last trace of my seat
b*tch ass p*ssy better kiss at my feet, i split these f*ckers
tryna be the demons [?] me, i’m hoping, that’s can be
triple six, prestige, homie find another land to fiend
i remain the same but i accept [?] but i be dead
if it’s coming from a bucket headed edgy ass wannabe
the [?] sh*t i bet you wanna see
i’m scared of everything but i ain’t scared of you
now would that tell you boo? punk ass b*tch speak what you’d rather do
tore that violence is your problem if that’s what’s you tryna prove
it’s just worse boo, it don’t mean sh*t but yall don’t got no food
i just wanna be alone but you just had to bother it
next time i talk you better bottle it, you body it
that’s a f*cking hobby b*tch, yes i’m on my pocket sh*t
[?] sh*t, you been*
[bridge: biv, blckk ]
better*better*by the*by the*be alive ya*better*better (yeah)
be alive it*next time you talk you better*better*better (woah)
bottle it a*by the*by the*be alive a*better*better (i)
bottle it a*body it*that’s a f*cking*by the*by the (yeah yeah yeah yeah, hey)

[verse 2: blckk]
yeah, my two feet underground i f*cking, yeah
i put that hit up on myself, said f*ck it, uh, yeah
said if you catch me then i hope you drop it, uh, yeah
bet yall can’t k!ll me, b*tch you couldn’t fund it, uh, yeah
b*tch i get what i get could b*tch [?], yeah
b*tch on that spinner sh*t, i love it when it’s mine, yeah
said “get the f*ck, off my d*ck, i got myself, on lock”
push me in my sh*t i’m getting up, b*tch, duck, yeah
said myself to back it up [?] hundreds, yeah
i can’t post up victim i built [?] sh*t a hundred million
sick of passing you i [?] again, you sit there the f*ck away
i could die, bro, said “f*ck it i got no problem with it”
sit the f*ck, up, i’m tryna see but you sucking with it
[?] f*cking, my cup, i’m drunker than when i stumble it
can’t get off my d*ck i put ten holes in your, plane, f*cking
i can’t work for nothing but police and f*cking [?]

[outro: biv]
better*better*by the*by the*be alive ya*better*better
be alive it*next time you talk you better*better*better
bottle it a*by the*by the*be alive a*better*better
bottle it a*body it*that’s a f*cking hobby b*tch

- biv lyrics

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