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bad faith steve - bunk n blatt lyrics

bad faith steve i like counting racks
debate tactics hit you like a smack
dont know what to say go crawl in a cave
i don’t want to see you come back
bad faith steve glock*17 i keep it close, right on my lap
talk sl!ck on your streams, see you in the streets you already know its a wrap
incel n*ggas like train get packed (dawg)
incel n*ggas like train get packed

f*ck a irl you see me pull up live, huh?
why you pocket watching while i’m stacking primes, huh?
its dgg until the day i die
i’m creeping through your chat with a mini mac*10 glock*17 a*r*one*five
focus rs, double gauge pump in the trunk and a r*t*rd magnet for disguise, huh?
(uh, right, yo)
uh, so what happened? you said it was shameless, capping
you said he was good faith lacking
see mе on stream while i’m packing
glock*17 you’ll see me at twichcon bring thе scuffed squad for the f*cking scr*pping, huh?
(right, yo)
coming off that high, wait am i back?
it’s an ego death loop and i just heard another trainwrecks f*cking rant
woke melina up went and got my my strap, huh?
(yo, right, get ’em, uh)
i just burned a bridge and popped a shroom i’ll never land, huh?
your chat counts double standards while mine is counting bands, huh?
if i ground my axioms you know we’ll never hang
and if i catch you out in cali you know we’ll f*cking bang
bad faith debate tactics is a must
trust, that imma put my roach c*ck in your b*tch and bust
my babies on her face, wipe if off before it crusts
glock*17, under my belt, i keep it tucked
in case hasan wants beef, i got heat he better duck
f*ck all you tankies y’all can suck on my left nut
when i c*ck this gun back all you n*ggas turn to punks
too late, i spinned your block and i left nothing else but dust
shrooms and big blunts got me on a different planet
i got several b*tches taking trips across the planet
please don’t take your shorty, your baby girl, for granted
one day she’s yours, next day she’s in my mansion
early 20’s shorties spreads those legs and let me have it
when it comes to p*ssy i like cookies i’m an addict
they spread those legs and let me have it

what a f*cking liar dude, what a f*cking weasley little liar dude
what a f*cking weasley little liar dude, holy sh*t dude
(excuse me, i’m sorry, i’m out of control i apologize)
holy f*cking sh*t dude

- bunk n blatt lyrics

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