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snoozing - gavin bolt lyrics

you know i got real talent that’s just common sense
i can earn and make my profit stacking h*lla bricks (that’s a lotta money)
heard that b*tch was h*lla freaky, she a m*s*ch*st
staying all up in your brain like the thalamus
i’m taking all these b*tches bread, i’m a communist
my tracks is ringing in your head like tinnitus
you better google what that is know you gone forget
these folks is slower than some snails turbo scutalus
and that’s a type of snail

b*tches so pale like the coke they sniff
ass so flat just like your tits
stay in your lane we ain’t racing b*tch

and that’s a bad habit
i’m earning to much for your tax bracket
living off food stamps and that’s mad tragic
you a cheap ass b*tch еven plus taxes (plus taxes)
you know what’s truе? none of your blood really f*ck with you

you a snake ass trick you better tie your shoes
before there hanging on a powerline, boohoo
better act like you ain’t got some screws loose
before you in end up looking like some dead goon

i would never have beef with a some bum dude
own my own i sit back enjoy rich food
(like cheesecake factory, or umm?
where do you bum b*tches eat?)

you know my breath stay fresher than some peppermint (than some peppermint)
keep on talking hoe, go on get you some frankincense
hold on, i think i meant ‘freaking sense’

standing on b*tches necks think i’m k!lling em’
say you go hard for me, i wasn’t feeling it
psych*hoes got me feeling villainous
(lil scary hoes look like that thing from insidious)
b*tch you’re a horror movie, scary face and saggy b00bies
you walk up in the mall, whole place shaking

quick lets shoot a movie and
imma call it beached whale
new release its up on tubi and
you still ain’t got the funds to view it

ripped jeans drive a broken buick
your pencil thin dumb as a rock, stupid
matching these lovers just like cupid
valentines day get her some tulips
scratch that get her some fine cuban

like the links, or a man
either one now
in the sand, i can bask all in the sun now
i’m in gods hands, well protected better sit down
he told a joke, i squeezed his nose cause’ he a clown now
i’m putting pressure on chest like your bouta have a heart attack, blood sugar high panties wet get her a maxi pad
(not in s*xual way, you sick f*ck)

you know i’m gone have fun with this rapping sh*t
if you hate you might be taking it too serious
i write my rhymes in the booth i’m a lyricist
why you hating at your age, i’m just curious
you couldn’t make that man stay, fast & furious
speeding off, hit the gas blast that good music
said ‘f*ck a license’, got caught speeding, man i couldn’t lose em’
if i had a gun, and an extra life, id probably uz’ em
these b*tches won’t catch me snoozin’

- gavin bolt lyrics

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