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houston hangover - germ & shakewell lyrics

[intro: germ]
it’s a bird, it’s a— uh, uh

[chorus: germ]
it’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s a stray, n*gga, duck
waddle when i walk, my pockets fallin’, come pick benji up
poppin’ sh*t like soda, light ’em up, they ass ain’t had enough
budapest, i’m havin’ motion, i can teach you how to stunt
it’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s a stray, n*gga, duck
waddle when i walk, my pockets fallin’, come pick benji up
poppin’ sh*t like soda, light ’em up, they ass ain’t had enough
budapest, i’m havin’ motion, i can teach you how to stunt

[verse 1: shakewell]
it’s a goon, it’s a shake, mr. walk up, walk ’em down (pop, pop, pop)
got a broom, it’s a drac’, come and sweep up your whole town (oh, no, no)
got more blues than a lake and i take ’em, bust ’em down
now my nose got more holes, time to pull the reynolds out (pop out, sip)
type to shank, we don’t wrеstle, pinky cost more than your crib (oh, no, oh, no)
tbh a condo, call up carlos, we gon’ sеnd the blitz (oh, yeah, we did)
heard you keep on buyin’ b*ttons, but you scared to drop some sh*t (to drop some sh*t)
i was raised a demon, findin’ jesus, had to call up fitz (i’m callin’ fitz)
big carnal guillermo, don’t make me call up mexico
know gorillas in the mix who’ll stomp you out in sh*ll toes (she*sh*ll toes)
all it take a quarter brick, send the sidas in a hole
said i’d never say that sh*t, but it’s time to let ’em know (sip)
[chorus: germ]
it’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s a stray, n*gga, duck
waddle when i walk, my pockets fallin’, come pick benji up
poppin’ sh*t like soda, light ’em up, they ass ain’t had enough
budapest, i’m havin’ motion, i can teach you how to stunt
it’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s a stray, n*gga, duck
waddle when i walk, my pockets fallin’, come pick benji up
poppin’ sh*t like soda, light ’em up, they ass ain’t had enough
budapest, i’m havin’ motion, i can teach you how to stunt

[verse 2: germ]
you sorry f*ck, i’m high off wocky slush, shameless, they can’t f*ck with us
watch me count it up, my pockets double*stuffed just like your sl*t
uh, rollie on my arm, out in milan, still rollin’ blunts
i do all my own stunts, i give no f*cks, can’t get a hold of me
i’m in and out of ovaries, i think they controlling me
there must be more to see, cartier frames on my face i copped overseas
n*ggas is dead to me, flies everywhere, i must be some sh*t to see
dead dudes on me, i’m feelin’ like curren$y, who tryin’ to smoke with me? (badsh*t)

[outro: germ]
that’s cool, man

- germ shakewell lyrics

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