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government official remix - dylan raps lyrics

[intro]
yea

[verse 1]
i got three f*ckin’ lambos in the driveway
wait, now i’m rappin’ too fake
we up in this b*tch like we vibrate
f*ck her brains out and give her a migraine
f*ckin’ a b*tch while i’m high, planes
f*ck her face if she go on a tirade
i f*cked her, but she’s not my babe, d*mn
k!ll a b*tch if her period late
i’m so conceited, i hate when a b*tch on her period, wait
make a b*tch feed me grapes, period, make hoes delirious
seriously i hate these rappers, they’re all f*ckin’ snakes in the grass
(ex) hate when she see me with cash
step on these b*tches like a floor mat
my delivery on wax is like a door dash
i got more bodies than a wh0re has
i drank bacardi, i hope i don’t crash on they ass
b*tches now let me smash on they ass
gettin’ famous, might pass on they ass
plus i don’t know how long i could last in that ass
how long will these rappers last, ‘cause they ass
all these rappers come in last ‘cause they trash
f*ck with huey, we’ll pull up in some masks
f*ck a b*tch so hard, might pull out her tracks
hit my boy tommy for gas, he keep a p in the stash
won’t do a feature for cash, if the dude’s song doesn’t slap
i’ma go get me a bag, so my mom won’t have to work more
tell a lil b*tch to twerk more, only give her what she’ll work for
i’m ‘bouta have a f*ckin’ lambo in the driveway
we been livin’ like a blu*ray
i don’t think i’ve slept in two days
choke a b*tch out and give her a blue face
f*ck every b*tch on our first date
break a girl’s heart in the worst way
b*tch, i’m comin’ for first place

[refrain]
yea
lil b*tch
b*tch, i’m dylan raps

[verse 2]
i get drunk and start textin’ my exes
b*tch green like she can’t get the message
b*tch askin’ where i’m at on some fed sh*t
green beams, we don’t f*ck with the red sh*t
write down what we say, get hit with the lead b*tch
said you solid, we still thinkin’ you said sh*t
b*tch broke my heart, tryna heal like a med kit
if a op wanna try me, then let him
i might lay b*tch out like a bed spread
op b*tch get hit with the lead lead
b*tch left me on read read, don’t remember what i said
extra b*tch tryna f*ck up my credit
make her shake, now she think we go steady
i’ma break the b*tch’s heart if she let me
i’ma make the b*tch hate and regret me
i’m about to spend an m on a neck piece
got a b*tch askin’, “can we have s*x, please”
i got b*tches actin’ up ‘cause they ready
i got b*tches green with envy, they can’t get the message
i got b*tches overseas tryna s*xt me
i’m not finna let her know that she s*xy
giraffe b*tch, she been tryna neck me
clout b*tch, she be tryna flex me
you’re b*tch home alone undressin’, “play dylan, alexa”
when my song is on, she cum a lil extra
in my dm’s ‘cause she like how i’m flexin’

[outro]
that b*tch is a f*cking wh0re
f*ck you, all you f*cking donoho motherf*ckers
all you f*cking, “oh, dylan can’t f*cking rap”
f*ck you, f*cking stupid b*tch
i’m three natty lights deep, f*ckin” wh0re
f*ck you, sl*t

- dylan raps lyrics

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