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pumperdime (feat. lil scoozy, lil sylvy, frowno k) - buttcheeks lyrics

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take 7
3 2 1 when i’m ready
3 2 1

went to wish.com i made a chemical discovery
alchemy machine making bullets in the armory
rode up to the station pistol loaded pay the uber fee
glock to his head give me mother f*cking money

he dropped the cash so i dropped him to the floor
the alarm rang then i ran out the door
i grabbed the cash i ain’t trying to be poor
police surround so i’m carpet on the floor

back at the hotel drinking lemon lime
cocaine on my mind
f*ck all these b*tchеs make it hard to rhyme
perc 30 ‘drippin all my homiеs ‘crippin
riding all these b*tches
bath salts like i’m ‘trippin
aye, aye

smoking dope smoking weed
drinking liquor all i need
count on the street
i circumcize my meat
jonny’s insane
blowing up his grandma
dylan off the gram k!lling the camera
brandon’s sick he has corona
call me the doctor slap him in the locker
ak going off it’s a massacre bl**dy mary
call me tyrannosaurus
blow heads off these b*tches i wanna see some more

screen record the nude i’m bout to move to canada
running out the house i close the zipper on my banana
i fall down the stairs because i’m fat as f*ck like santa
and as i fall i f*cking drop my mother f*cking fanta

i’m mad as h*ll i’m bout to go blow up my granny
i punched a small brother in the face he look like manny
punched her in the face and you know i took that f*nny
i’m scared as h*ll i thought i f*cked a guy but he’s a tranny

they call me oxiclean cause you know i’m fresh as f*ck
i call my b*tch the same cause she a bottle and she squirt
hold up hop on the beat
thots on my meat aye

i’m relaxing in the crib smoking ‘h*lla sh*t
hop up in the sp*ceship know we ‘h*lla quick
got the money at the house yeah we hitting l!cks
we was in the club chilling and we took your b*tch

sipping on all that silly sh*t
walking out the trap
yeah you check the fit
running from the ‘po
you have ‘h*lla sick
f*cking on your b*tch
and she’ll suck this d*ck
came in with a beam
you know what i mean
diamonds crispy cream
my life like a dream
no we don’t sip lean
no we don’t pop beans
but we count the greens
wearing all supreme

build a wall fortnite
shoot ’em once goodnight
know we tote big pipes
diamonds shine bright bright
call my slimes know we pop
catch an op let ’em drop
get some head she a thot
brand new whip i drop the top

‘runnin up a check b*tch
these b*tches like my necklace
i move on to the next b*tch
because i got that check b*tch
she wanna suck my neck b*tch
i’m counting ‘h*lla racks b*tch
me and my homies back b*tch
pumpernickel is back b*tch

- buttcheeks lyrics

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