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farm in belgium - fukcortez lyrics

cortez:
hearing deftones, i’m filled with adrenaline
had a lot of sh*t to talk so i’m penning it
almost retired but i’m on my sh*t again
like my b*tches head i’m always scoring 10/10
f*ck an ex b*tch on igor sh*t like are we still friends?
b*tch i’d put you in the dirt first chance that i get
tryna act like you was down but you finding dory
swimming round them messages
make me sick to my stomach spitting intestines
living melancholic, haruhi suzumiya
drop a bag with my b*tch at a f*cking pizzeria
rappers talking sh*t but i never seem to hear it
catch em in public like a sample b*tch you better f*cking clear it
don’t have my license but i’m tryna steer
clear of all the f*ckery
i just need my bag and my b*tch to come f*ck with me
like my b*tches thighs in the summer she gon be stuck wit me
no three 6 boy you never touching me
sor uh:
boy i talk my sh*t got a lot, gotta light my spliff
hittin heavy like my shots, aiming at some p*ssy b*tch
typing online, think he really on time to clear?
boy u ain’t fine got my ily aiming sights in here!
you been on some b*tch made
getup aim to fl!ck, need some wrist aid
when i twitch they switch they setups
on that glitch trademark talk
biting at my heels yall need to bitedown on some sidewalk
curbin all yo sh*t demos
servin only day ones, throwback to them days
when we were swervin in suburban hitting ollies at the station
loading up on hi chews while they tried to take my image
but my talent dont apply to all these these p*ssies at they limit
its a mimic stance u takin boy and i ain’t even phased!
got the same kick snare impaired and loopin all yo plays
its so funny watching everybody try to hit me up
boy u too worried bout connections, thats ur money divvied up
sh*t

cortez:
i need you right beside me now more than ever
it took so long to find me, i traveled stormy weather
nows the perfect timing i never wanted to settle
never seen the silver lining every chance it fell through
my b*tch pretty like michiko, puffy hair like hatchin
throw bills stripped with indigo, we can get it popping
she don’t like it slow like in a strelitzia proceed with caution
pistil position hitting all the targets
i don’t care what you charging as long as she want it
this b*tch worth more than a couple hundreds
bound 2 thousand b*tches ain’t nothing
feel like igor chasing her no time i’m running
out of f*cking ways to verbally express myself
f*ck a couple bills when you’re my true wealth
get a farm in belgium
couple f*cking animals on the field till we’re old

- fukcortez lyrics

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