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ayyy - cyanide and silicone lyrics

[verse 1]
people wonder why my name is the ‘bone’
old cash flow, spit up at a throne
and you got little time play tic tac toe
with a fat backpack, don’t ask for a loan
bumpin’ oldies on my cell phone
strapped gat, in the satchel
with a few extra heads in my duffel bag
don’t ask why my clothes red and my dad’s mad
tent in my pants like i was raised as a nomad
old fad, bring that spring back
everybody tough as f-ck, but don’t need that
i’m iller than the fingers of a doctor
shocker, flyer than a f-cking helicopter
i give my raps a good quant-ty
and i think that i ought to be
a sell out wearing nothing but the louis v’s
grab my f-cking hand a follow me
i’m just tryna’ strangle these f-ckers, f-ck em
i can’t stand ’em anyway, they below us anyway

[verse 2]
sue me, i don’t act like she blew me
i’m the motherf-cker with the f-cking blue jeans
i only vape grape, but i roll mad blunts
the finest ivy, dale forgets about his shunt
i don’t act hard, but my d-ck stands tall
jack it all day but i still got blue b-lls
i don’t give a f-ck about sh-t, i don’t give a f-ck about sh-t
only when my lyrics flow, lyrics flow
b-tch i’m hysterical, f-ck hysteria in her area
that’s how it goes
monster energy like my name is j-o
fingers tucked up in the finest hoes like
forget about my game sk!ll
i’m playing you like my game still
did you forget? look at my face
i’m f-cking handicapped, hurting eyes like i’m mace
i can doing anything that i want
so i bought a pair of jordan’s just to f-ck up the lace
baked lays, y’all slow this a foot race
10k on the first date, first date
b-tches swallow loads just to gain weight, gain weight
writing verses like it’s church day, church day

[verse 3]
ridin’ round with my gun under the seat
afraid to set it if i touch it with my feet
i’m a legal driver, ridin’ high right beside ya’
throw dale’s chair in the back like, ‘alright dude’
i care a lot about my d-ck
i throw a condom on before i f-ck my b-tch
she’s going full throttle like she’s driving stick shift
but f-ck it, no lube, i got scabs on my d-ck still
too dry, she better suck some more
it won’t take long before the panties on the floor
put a warning sign on my bedroom door
she’s a good girl but she f-cks like a wh0r-
this is that f-cking next gen’ flow
count all my bills till they stacked up, grow
i know i can be a little f-cking weird
eat p-ssy everyday so you know i’m not a queer
still a janitor, cleaning up, it’s my job
still minecraft it, like i’m mining for rocks
still eating b-tches, salads are tossed
f-cked up grill, my dentist hates when i floss

[outro]
get the f-ck over!

- cyanide and silicone lyrics

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