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​party popper - ​ex-tremities (us) lyrics

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[intro: ex*tremities]
drop another body in this b*tch like it’s no russian, yeah
blood up in my cup, i do not sip no robitussin, yeah
if you want it back then [?] and please don’t [pop it?], yeah
please don’t [pop it?], yeah

[chorus: ex*tremities]
[?] i ain’t talking ’bout no laboratory
if we slide into your party then we finna leave it gory
yeah, we finna leave it gory, leave your blood up on the wall
if you need [?] we can find it [?] know who to call
catch a body at the mall, change his color, watch him fall
why you even take that hi*point out your waist? that sh*t too small
[?] tall, but it’s [?]
you just took a hollow to the chest, i know it hurted
watch how you all speak, i don’t like how that sh*t was worded
nah, don’t like how you worded, so you better fix it [?]
smith & wesson, .357, finna hit you with that hammer
drop a body, don’t gеt caught, i cannot end up in the slammer

[verse 1: ex*tremities]
b*tch, i’m on my own, yеah, i never need no help from anybody
if i walk up in your party then i’m finna catch a body
yeah, this 12*gauge buckshot, get [?] with the shotty
think i took a little too much so my vision getting splotchy
b*tch, i’m on my own, yeah, i never need no help from anybody
if i walk up in your party then i’m finna catch a body
yeah, this 12*gauge buckshot, get [?] with the shotty
think i took a little too much so my vision getting splotchy
[bridge: ex*tremities]
lately i’ve been living my life p*ssed off, my neck frozen, kristoff
i just got your b*tch up on my d*ck and she won’t get off
off a 3*5 of the shrooms, b*tch, i’m on the moon
get hit up with this bfg, it’s finna spell your doom

[verse 2: funeral]
[?]
i get to this paper, my chopper spit like a llama
better watch your head, my hollow go right through your partner
crash the whip, no parking
if you look in my head, i swear that all i see is darkness
all i see is evil, new strap legal
new strap, bomb to the chest, yeah, i’m lethal
i might spin again and turn this ho into a sequel
you know you below me, p*ssy, we was never equal
five to this spleen, ho, one to the chest, now he dead, but it’s clean though
watch how he lean though
i’m a warlord like my name like my name yung lean though
i walk in the shadows, if you see me don’t speak, ho
now he can’t say sh*t, ak with a grip
artery, throat slit, now he where the ghosts is
if i walk into the function, i’ma get ’em both hit
if i walk into the party, i ain’t got emotion
like, if i walk into the function, i’ma get ’em both hit
if i walk into the party, i ain’t got emotion
if i walk into the party, i’ma get ’em both hit
if i walk into the function, i’ma get ’em both hit up
[bridge: ex*tremities]
drop another body in this b*tch like it’s no russian, yeah
blood up in my cup, i do not sip no robitussin, yeah
if you want it back then [?] and please don’t [pop it?], yeah
please don’t [pop it?], yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[verse 3: ex*tremities]
we all gon’ enter in the earth, but you gon’ do it first
call up funeral, we finna send your ass home in a he*rs*
multicolored tips up in this bl!ck, my clip is real diverse
if the police pull me over [?] the strap inside a purse
glocky talkin’ to me, just gave it a body, but i think it wants some more
we just pulled off on your party, [?] that’s four for four
i might just [?] your body, they won’t see him anymore
big ass straps up in the bag, it look like we might go to war

[outro: ex*tremities]
[?] forgot to [?], now we’re unidentifiable
brodie up a hi*point [?], but that sh*t ain’t reliable
pockets gettin’ sizeable, dump a n*gga [?]
circumstantial evidence [?] ain’t verifiable

- ex tremities us lyrics

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