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fighting words - bmr - topic lyrics

(verse)
images of murder
brimstone at the alter
pray to no one i’m a lone soul
love no one i’m a black hole
born once and i hardly want it
clone life i don’t f*cking want it
rich n*ggas still dead n*ggas
poor n*ggas still dead n*ggas
god and satan still b*tch n*ggas
f*ck the world i don’t f*ck with em
bmr still kicking it while all of ya’ll still bickering
if the dogs bark i’m the guillotine
if the teens yapping i’m the ritalin
fam i might wanna slit your throat
i forgot my meds i’m feeling low
i don’t care for the degree
ya’ll only want it cause you couldn’t get it
i’m a star that fell down to earth build a skyscr*per just so i could make it
base built by the five nine and the foundation by bmr
leave a f*cking scar like i’m zorro when i make a mark in the industry
try not to copy how i move
i don’t need a twin and i don’t need a clone
i don’t f*ck with people that blast up my phone
especially when they still leave me alone
get up and move right out of my way
cause all of these b*tches are blocking up traffic
hoping that i don’t do something real tragic (tragic) (slash em)
(chorus)
get it how you f*cking want it
get it how you f*cking want it
get it how you f*cking want it
get it how you f*cking want it
neutral deep in my soul
anyone i put the work on em
get it how you f*cking want it
get it how you f*cking want it

(verse)
(what) who let the dogs out
(woof) who let the b*tches out
(what) who the f*ck laying around
(what) who the f*cks looking down
(what) when i’m talking, winter is falling
when i’m swinging, h*ll is calling
(ay) there ain’t no sticks around
(what) still putting ya’ll in the ground
(yuh) still kicking ya’ll out of town
(what) all of ya’ll looking like clowns
(yeah) ya’ll n*ggas stole the crown
(what) i’m arthur my sword was found
(what) black witcher you hear my sound
(yuh) i’m cutting ya’ll n*ggas down
(what) cut ya’ll like grass in the night
(yeah) i’m smoking some saint tonight
(yuh) my house like the top of olympus
bed for a king feel like sleeping on nimbuses
(ay) riding the lightning in florida
these b*tches metalic they all out of order
(yuh) i’m not fancied by the mirages
i hardly walk past any nicki minaj’s
i put many people in headlocks then laugh about it afterwards like its nothing
(well) while we got the time to say jokes about b00bies
there’s n*ggas in rio beheaded by homies
and women still joke bout how n*ggas are brokie
sri lanka the women face death from their hubbies
more blood on the streets, the hotter we are
the diamonds are cool but we ain’t swimming far
living in wealth when you work really hard
does not matter when i shoot the soul in your heart
(chorus)
get it how you f*cking want it
get it how you f*cking want it
get it how you f*cking want it
get it how you f*cking want it
neutral deep in my soul
anyone i put the work on em
get it how you f*cking want it
get it how you f*cking want it
get it how you f*cking want it
get it how you f*cking want it
get it how you f*cking want it
get it how you f*cking want it
neutral deep in my soul
anyone i put the work on em
get it how you f*cking want it
get it how you f*cking want it

- bmr topic lyrics

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