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virgin ears - blp kosher lyrics

[intro]
uh
ayy, ayy, ayy

[chorus]
(boom, boom) i was late to the party
130 on the dash with a glock like i’m carti
fill the gaps, then i’ma bridge it, wish them jits good luck charlie
i smoke a whole organization, you in class smoking smarties
(boom, boom) no, i don’t hang around puppets
i’ma shoot first like lil’ weezy with that drac’ right above it
i read the ten commandments every sabbath, thou shalt not covet
i’m at the margaritaville, hit her wit’ no jimmy buffett

[verse 1]
they done left me lonely, now they being od
marni mohair wallet got me pullin’ out goat cheese
they know that glizzy batty just to up the ante
40 out the f*cking dark web in the banshee
you act like you ain’t see the feds, call it pigsty
pizza at your door, two zs, your ass big pie
they tell celebs to pick a side while people’s kids die
i’m pescetarian but i ain’t gettin’ used to fish fries
n0b the whole rail, your b*tch kinky, she like chewin’ ears
she a stallion, feed the ho hay like the lumineers
jitterbugs can hear, don’t you violate their virgin ears
deerfield jit, she eat my meat like venison, i’m not a deer
shake the palm trees, hit ’em with a macaroon
50 on my scalp, you gon’ need some more smackaroos
sand castle, knock him off his mountain back to boca dunes
they tried to drown me, turnt around and murphy went in that lagoon, ayy
[chorus]
(boom, boom) i was late to the party
130 on the dash with a glock like i’m carti
fill the gaps, then i’ma bridge it, wish them jits good luck charlie
i smoke a whole organization, you in class smoking smarties
(boom, boom) no, i don’t hang around puppets
i’ma shoot first like lil’ weezy with that drac’ right above it
i read the ten commandments every sabbath, thou shalt not covet
i’m at the margaritaville, hit her wit’ no jimmy buffett

[verse 2]
ayy, i’m walking sh*t, you got a waste of legs
double g hold it, y’all pay for status, stop at hhgregg
they ain’t see no sh*lls, come to florida, grab a pickled egg
poppin’ pills like they flintstones, f*ckin’ flip the dead
and i’m tryna keep a level head
fightin’ demons, put it in the yoke, that’s a deviled egg
rock out with that stainless, leave him brainless, like a metalhead
leave him on the concrete (brrt), what the pebble said
them boys ass, use the bidet
from the neck up, keep it real, i shot where? not the range
z black he be zoolin’, i be juulin’ like i vape
i’m at your adam’s apple, you were talking to the snake
them boys sweet, they talk to pigs, that cracka honey baked ham
i’m screaming, “beautiful morning,” but no, father, don’t stretch my hands
free them jews, man, this sh*t is real but peace is still the plan
my middle eastern cousin walked so i could run so i ran
[chorus]
(boom, boom) i was late to the party
130 on the dash with a glock like i’m carti
fill the gaps, then i’ma bridge it, wish them jits good luck charlie
i smoke a whole organization, you in class smoking smarties
(boom, boom) no, i don’t hang around puppets
i’ma shoot first like lil’ weezy with that drac’ right above it
i read the ten commandments every sabbath, thou shalt not covet
i’m at the margaritaville, hit her wit’ no jimmy buffett

- blp kosher lyrics

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