left handed people are simulation defects - bzargoodboy lyrics
[producer tag: enrgy beats]
e*e*e*enrgy made this
[verse 1: pe$o pete]
i just broke a plate down like we got to eatin’
you ain’t ’bout pay, stay in yo’ lane, boy, you f*ckin’ fiendin’
blue hunnids coverin’ my body on my marco phoenix
i just hit a k!llstreak, b*tch, yeah, my cargo needed
like where the drop at?
i just crack the seal on my wock, where the pop at?
i just let the chopper talk to ’em, they ain’t talk back
big suppressor on my gun, where the shot at?
you would’ve thought the way he movin’, he would’ve shot back
brand new rollie out the sink, run the clock back
jack the drought sulong on my mink, that is not fat
hit thе b*tch straight from the back; i did, wait, hold on
hit yo’ b*tch straight from the back, you can’t top that
said he doin’ magic, but hе cappin’, he just top hat
i don’t even talk about my b*tch, but i got rack
omar pulled a eighth out in tampa and we got smacked
heh, then we got lax
oddwin fatass up in the kitchen like, “we got snacks?”
i just hit my plug wit’ a price like, “you got pack?”
b*tch tried to drop my guap on the floor, she got smacked
[verse 2: camogod]
and this n*gga want a verse, but i don’t even like rappin’
and i be sellin’ pack on the low, so, lil’ n*gga, just tap in
and when i sold it to my [?], he ain’t even know what happen
and if this b*tch got a man, then you know that i be scr*ppin’
and i ain’t even got label, lil’ n*gga know i work free
and i sold that n*gga a thirty, now that lil’ n*gga perkie [?]
british n*gga blocked me on twitter, lil’ n*gga think he hurtin’ me
all because i took his b*tch and f*cked her on twitch.tv
“mom, i need new underwear, i sh*t my pants”
now i don’t let sh*t bother me, so i don’t wipe my ass
and he be moochin’ off the weed, so i ain’t even finna’ pass
n*gga said he wanted zaza, so i sold that n*gga grass
holy moly, guacamole, now a n*gga sellin’ bricks
he thought i was playin’ hockey when i said, “i got a stick”
and he said he wanted crack, so i gave that n*gga ritz
twitter n*gga h*lla’ mad ’cause i be f*ckin’ on his b*tch
n*gga, don’t be mad at me’ cause i f*cked her, she hit my line up
only gave her thirty minutes then i told that b*tch her time up
and now lil’ n*gga wanna’ face, so i gave that b*tch a line up
a lil’ n*gga public menace ’cause i get the rate of crime up
d*mn’, i just got a b*tch and next day i lost her
b*tch tried to steal my money, so i might just have to box her
and my life is like a movie, lil’ n*gga, where’s my oscar?
and this b*tch is like a song ’cause, in a minute, i’mma drop her
[verse 3: camogod]
achoo! psych, n*gga, that’s the influenza
i feel like the owner of ferrari, way i pull up in a enzo
and she must be the f*ckin’ packers, way i end up in the end zone
and she call me “jaywalk’s idols”, way i en*en*en*end though
pe$o said he got some opps, the next day, there ain’t no opps now
i pulled up to the police station with a chopper and shot the cops down
they ain’t even f*ckin’ catch me, but they tellin’ me to stop now
and her head ain’t even messy, so i ain’t even gettin’ slop now
holy f*ck, i got sh*t, get the f*ck out of my face, d*mn’ it
i went to the toilet, drop a deuce, and i ain’t even take damage
jewish plug gave me kosher gas, his name’s “stanley”
they only watch when they need something, man, i hate family
[verse 4: bzargoodboy]
this ain’t a gamble, lil’ b*tch, i’m really set up
once i sink my t**th into the game, i won’t let up
i’m gettin’ really big lax near sandwiches, fed up
i’m here to give you d*ck, girl, i ain’t here to bring yo’ breast up
vlone tee, i’m rockin’ stanford, v for “vendetta”
big ass titties on the chop’, it’s rebecca
n*ggas thinkin’ wealth in the streets, cinderella
tryna’ play me like i ain’t the top one don
[?] yo’ b*tch, she love [?] up, said, “you ain’t man enough”
i just broke the seal on my henny, bring my mana up
i can’t, worry ’bout a b*tch, ain’t got the stamina
i did, this sh*t all by myself, ain’t need no manager
yo’ homies, they be tellin’ on you, heh, they some cameras
freak model b*tch with a stutter, her name hanna*na
talk to the real o*g’s, the bag handlers
they tell me when there’s money on the floor, you clear yo’ calendar
this sh*t i’m smokin’ on got me yellin’ for my stepbro’
[verse 5: bzargoodboy]
heh, wait, what are you doing?
i just whipped the pistol out on dog, it started [?]
i’m not, swimming in the coochie, i’m canoeing
i got the bitties in my mouth, that b*tch mooing
push tapes like [?] on the real, i’m majin buuing
i just whipped the d*ck out on yo’ b*tch and started shooting
the p*ssy don’t hurt, when i hit, b*tches cooing
yo’ parents only wanted you to win, but you failed them
broke his legs and asked him questions, we christian baled them
he was talkin’ spicy on the net, so we trailed them
you tried to [?] on a train, we derailed them
y’all don’t really want this sh*t, you wanna’ sell them
i’ll call the case out the way somewhere in belgium
i knew, when to hold my cards, so i held them
i’mma keep f*ckin’ up these blues like selsun
[outro: bzargoodboy]
ugh, hahahahaha
lil’ b*tch, heh
aye, tell pe$o, “get another one, get another one”
yes, sir!
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