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only thing you got - drop dead lane lyrics

[intro: iq]
yo, yo check it out
ha*ha!

[hook 1: bigbes]
i should guess what type of music listeners would like
but honestly i just don’t give a f*ckin’ f*ckin’ f*ck
so listen to our song, that’s the only thing you got
otherwise you go away and suck a, suck a, suck a c*ck

[disclamer]
(левик, бля!)

[verse 1: bigbes]
sit down my friend, have a tea, relax
bigbes on a verse, you know how it sounds!
you better watch out, yeah, i’m hotter that sriracha
you never heard of me? i am from russia!
come on, come on, i am just kidding
i don’t want you to suck a c*ck, it’s a bad joke, i admit it
but please leave your comment below, i swear to you i won’t low blow
i never was so rude (fo sho!) just tryin’ set you up and screw
don’t peek*a*boo, lucky you, show me your body, don’t be slow
i might gonn’ need some type of blow, i’m being rude again, who knows
what can i say? love mess with words, so guess, am i playing?
drop dead lane on a mike, b*tches, we’re like plane
listen to my story, it’s so simple, so plain
two guys. argument. who’s pop’s higher?
one made another motherf*cker to retire
h*llo everybody! come on, stand up!
have a drink, maybe coke (not cocaine), now it’s time to rock!
with us comes party! nothing wrong with that
and if you smell weed * it ain’t me!
i swear to you, i don’t see who can it be!
[hook 2: disclamer]
n0body is paying us for rap sh*t that we make
so you won’t hear any references to the gucci gang
but if you are disappointed with this fact, please wait a bit
soon we’ll get a contract with gucci and name our next album after it!

[verse 2: disclamer]
yo!
let me show you how the real disclamer sounds!
drop dead lane! man, pop champagne!
we’re breaking out straight down from the m*town
hydroxycyclohexane
is something you should have, when i’m around
or i’m leaving your place without making a sound!
you have quarter an hour, pal, to go to liquor store now
i’ll be waiting for you underground!
after you come with hennessy to me
100% all the f*ckin stress’ll disappear
but don’t grab no acid or weed, if you don’t want to see me sleep
i know the peculiarities of my organism
i used to mix this sh*t, now i’ve fixed this sh*t
and i don’t give a sh*t, if you like lil peep
after you hear me spit, your f*ckin mind will split
for the rest of your life you’re gonna be surprised with me!
yo, the only two artist that i listen
are tech n9ne and eminem: 40 on 60
they make me go hard like the muthef*kin’ misfit
now i’m a wildcard in the rap deck, take that!
i’m making that game again raw and vicious
glock and m4 for my ammunition!
lockin’ and load, man, i’m on a mission!
f*cking new school * is my whole ambition!
breaking them, taking my name to the top
attacking everybody, especially cops
oh, sh*t, wait
everybody but cops!
oh, f*ck
n0body!
[outro: disclamer & iq]
well, actually somebody
definitely somebody
drop dead lane, motherf*ckers!
suck a c*ck, motherf*ckers!

- drop dead lane lyrics

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