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hi-tech - fire octagon lyrics

she told me she like how i’m dressing, no caesar
might take a b*tch for a flight to ibiza
i got the ice on my wrist like a freezer
i’m charging a hundred bodingles a feature
i’ve got independent, don’t f*ck with no vevo
i’m keeping the toolie wherever that we go
i’m off of the bean, sipping lean by the litre

if you want beef, you can meet my amigos
and feds on my sh*t so i might catch a rico
i got me a milli’, it boosted my ego, so
i’m pourin’ wock in my san pellegrino
poppin that acid, ain’t talking amino
and your b*tches p*ssy, it smells like sardino
i got a new b*tch i think she latino, i mean latina
all of my diamonds, they wet, aquafina
i pop me some perkies, they change my demeanor
rama your b*tch, i ain’t talking casino
doritos and cheetos and fritos, cause we getting cheddar
i’m just getting started and i’m getting better
yeah we so sick, call it under the weather
i got p*ssy juice on my brand new sweater

droppin’ so much need a d*mn newsletter
d*mn, whos’ better?
i can’t use the tesla, it’s charging right now
i got whoppers and choppers like harvey’s right now
i’m gonna make my own beer, growing barley right now
i got yamaha, don’t f*ck with harley right now, like vroom

i eat the p*ssy with fork and a spoon
i’m in a meeting with god on zoom
he told me to dig all these rappers a tomb
they like yo fire, man, what is you doing?
i’m trappin’ in egypt, i’m shipping the dunes
ask for the album, it’s coming real soon
imma blow yo ass up like a f*cking balloon
i talk all my sh*t, i got nothing to prove
tough on the net, boy, you stuntin’ for views
i rap when i’m bored, it’s just something to do
something to do
rap money come so fast, ain’t gotta invest in no stocks boy
i just be talking that trash, imma pull up with that motherf*ckin’ glock, boy
i got the green and i flip that sh*t, no i ain’t talking bout no bok choi
livin’ my life presidential i got me some shooters, they part of my convoy

freestyle sh*t, i’mma go off the dome
f*ckin that bit, but i don’t need a dome
i got that motherf*ckin’ gucci cologne
oh my god, you look so stupid alone
pull on your block, let it go
crackin’ that wock, and we po’
i ran outta wock, so i walk to the store
i purchase off white for a popular hoe
it sound like a river, all in my flow homie
fifty thousand for a show homie
don’t even act like you know homie
my chain was so heavy it broke homie
sippin’ that bevvy, i smoke too, homie
if you wanna roll up, i’ll smoke you homie
all of my ice, like a frozen goalie
f*ck a ap, i want a rollie
drive it like it’s stolen
you know its imported

my whip, it came across the ocean from france
got yo b*tch she unzipping her pants, unzipping
if you wonder how i dance, i’m sippin’
fiji water on my hands, i’m dripping
imma put you in a trance, hypnism
trappin’ a pack and i’m whipping
taxin the cats in the nighttime
f*ck all this sh*t get off my line
i’m stackin that guap mhm
i’m makin a lot mhm
yo b*tch she ridin’ on top, mhm
i’m at the top, ain’t gon stop, mhm

fiji dripping off the clock, it’s a rock watch
you tried to get me but you got your shot blocked
drinking hot lean it came out the crock pot
now i’m on top and it ain’t cause of hot sauce

bigger than you man we go to the stratosphere
i got a week in this b*tch and i’m outta here
i’m dropping bombs like my first name is vladmir
look at your stats and you asking what happened here
d*mn

something you had to hear
i’m dropping bombs like i’m vladmir
i got that cash in my ear
makin’ more money than athlete, yeah

- fire octagon lyrics

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