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d to a stone - catbino lyrics

watch on my wrist out
a moon, but it’s a rolex
1000 years up next
locking ye up in the sky, a easy flex
sick boi needs some mucinex
i can sense everything

let’s go straight to the rapture
everybody come together
everybody got a plan
i came before you
son of gods spirit, says f*ck yo bands

that bag was secure
a long time ago, so ill hit ya with a stunner
let’s burn down a pope villa, ho
i’m the messiah, lil momma gonna burn it all down tho
filipina lil’ ho, she ride
d*ck, all bruised up like a banana ho

merry christmas this the second coming
this is not a banger but when that hit, come
it will f*ck my head up, shootin 360
like im aimin blind like where the f*ck am i
up in the temple, coppin
sh*t like, f*ck, this ain’t the bando
i’m runnin, ain’t near my high score
in the game that i’m ruling’
if i need help, i’ll dial it up
cuz my favorite tracks are a instrumental
don’t need a beethoven b*tch
one smart feature, puts yeezy in the streets and a smile on my peace
swear my salvation a blessing
i do black magic
hit her up at the trap
in the mountains, sillento
who want smoke
dollas on my head, i’m so far ahead
so i’m steady believing
that i’m not r*t*rded
f*ck a motel, i hit her up at the missy hyatt like a nasty boy
she like, “hold up are you’re legitimately r*t*rded”

well sh*t, let me go off then
sent daniel arsham into the lion’s den
talking down, with virgil, frequencies got my mind straight
have a high ceiling than you, thinking man
wanna be business man, stick to the g*code man

little sachet, i might retire this one rapper’
for this one reason
my bags a little wider, i have a chode
if the jews hear this sh*t
i’m doin negative one thousand seasons
alpha and omega, one winged angel, this the finish b*tch

hyperventilating, cuz the jews puttin ya on to whippits
do i need to remind you who started promoting it?
get your laptop and lv bag back
never even turned it on, so i could be mistaking
the jews have raped your brain
i’m too powerful for these r*t*rds, so get chance
ill put a wetsuit on
bust down, thotiania
check the rollie out
the game is on the line
so i’m pullin’ atrophy out
bamford watch department
not that paint splatter sh*t
this ain’t a gallery but you’re currently listening to the galaxy
that sounded like an advertis*m*nt

from the d to a stone, white b*tches look like post malone
jesus clone, christ not wearing vlone
i see drones, postpone
schizo bando stone
in the endzone
ain’t watching no throne
fur on her fleece
rollie on till i’m deceased
from the d to a stone let it be known

childish chaperone, retire from rapping
b*tch

- catbino lyrics

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