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visage - deddreamer & defnotbio lyrics

visage lyrics
[verse 1: deddreamer]
b*tch, i been poppin’ since i got a roster of a hunnid broads, uh (one hunnid)
bl!cky loaded, stick be totin’, send yo’ ass to god, uh (dear god)
needa back up, ‘cause i’m strapped up, i’ll shoot you down like c.o.d., uh (strapped up)
drippy, please don’t trip, b, diamonds on, this ice won’t thaw, uh (don’t trip)
yeah, then we pull up to your party (yeah), ooh! (b*tch, 29 on this muh’f— on this muh’f—)
bringin’ my army, i’m not sorry, ooh! (cadence, hee*hee!)
now she want that bag from marni (bag), ooh
codeine in my system, purple like barney, yeah
so homie, just know what i mean, net bangers been trying to fiend (bah, bah)
you don’t know the sh*t i’ve seen, bad lil’ b*tch, just get in between (yeah)
started this sh*t at fifteen, upped my trap game at sixteen (for real)
shot in the shoulder, no vaccine, ridin’ my wave like they marines (whew)
these caps and clips, they be bustin’ in his visage, uh (grr!)
and this ammo out of sight, now he got no vision, uh (pow, pow)
brazy, blood be drippin’, with this red, i paint an image, uh (bappin’)
i need no practice, shoot ‘em down, but they need a scrimmage (okay!)
yeah, i been tryna get at this one bad b*tch (bad)
then i went and told other b*tches, “bring that ass back, b*tch” (ass)
i shoot it (brra! brra!), b*tch, i do that damage
leave her on delivered, i don’t want her, ‘cause she average (yeah! yeah!)
not stoppin’, tryna make me a ticket, i’m k!llin’ these rappers only with my snippets
i got no limit, she send me explicit, i don’t text for hours, she respond in a minute
that p*ssy, i’m in it, she loud and sh*t, this pipe, she gon’ l!ck it, silent like crickets
her heart, i’ma break it, that booty the thickest, she shootin’ them opps, carry that sticky (whew)
[verse 2: soslesion]
s*say you runnin’ with that broad? you ain’t do that sh*t, oh
i’m a star with the force, we can turn this sh*t to war
wanna pop a couple shots? bet i’ll pop a couple more
i ain’t f*ckin’ with that b*tch, you can come and get your wh0re
i* i tote ‘em up with a fast track, hop on a track, feel like i need a hazmat
i can’t even f*ckin’ tell what she mad at, i can’t even f*ckin’ tell what she* uh
i*i’m pushin’, b*tch, i’m on top, i’m what everybody want
they been trippin’ ‘bout my plot, i could send you to the stars, blatt!
when you see me, uh, br*brand new lamborghini, racin’
fiji, glock lookin’ like my b*tch, it’s sayin’, “squeeze me,” ha*ha
e*e*every time i’m runnin’, feelin’ like rambo, i been prepared, so i got h*lla ammo
i turn your ex*ho into an s.o., gems on my wrist, i be snappin’ like thanos
woah, woah, woah, woah, tear this sh*t, oh*oh
you know my b*tch bad, goth b*tch, no shego
i ain’t got no reason pushin’ down my ego
i could beat you ten*fold, you don’t know who we know, uh

[verse 3: defnotbio]
every time i release, yeah, i’m k!llin’ em all, like i’m droppin’ a nuke, i’ll get you in check
r.i.p. to your soul, like you ballin’ at duke, when that stick get to blowin’, ain’t talkin’ a flute
i walk with the steel, i ain’t talkin’ a boot, i stay with that heat, got a glock in the booth
i’m runnin’ sh*t over, b*tch, you oughta move, you talkin’ that sh*t, better pray that you waterproof
every line inside this tablet dope as f*ck, it’s like i’m poppin’ pills
i go psycho, it’s insane and every thought is ill
every picture that i paint is real, not watchin’ films
i got punchlines, yeah, i beat the beat, you see my boxing sk!lls? woo!
like bruce, you unbreakable until i wet you up, so done with your sh*t, now my 7 up
a blade or a gun, doesn’t matter, b*tch, i got a weapon tucked
you get put in a box when i spray at your neck, you ain’t freshened up, don’t get me started
i’ll step on yo’ ass like the gas, i ain’t revvin’ up, i’ma send you to god, like a lob, how you headin’ up
when you walkin’ up with something in your hands, b*tch, it better be stairs when you steppin’ up
i’m saucin’, got green like a salad, no ranch, how i’m dressin’ up
try to rob me? got a gun on my side, you get left with a hole in your head, how you endin’ up
that heater inside of my jackey, when i leave him drippin’, no, he isn’t sweatin’, bruh
yeah, i’m tlg, and it’s russian roulette with the gunplay
we been trainin’ on tracks and we underground just like a subway, my mind is a weapon
my bullets be fly like a plane, and i’m takin’ off just like a runway
me and my team, yeah, we makin’ it someday, we ridin’ together like we on a bus, ayy
they know i’m not weak, but they treatin’ me just like a monday, i got the drive
and i’m talkin’ different, i feel like a hyundai, i still will be cold
even if you desert me, no sundae, if you don’t think i’m a god with the rap, well, too bad
‘cause i don’t give a f*ck, ayy, easy, god

- deddreamer defnotbio lyrics

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