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bats [og version] - gyn 503 lyrics

verse 1:

slice em for the sizes, y’all ain’t win no prize
for my repet-tion with the listens is so percise
shake the dice, smear the faces off the body
i was born naughty, let me sign to the ‘luminati
buy a ferrari & bughatti, pick one for the party
colors all up in the splash like i was jeff hardy
go hard or go home
go hard before the dome
is this rap or is this poems
leave me alone
i do not want a collabo with your bro, no
i’m such a pr-ck but f-ck it, you don’t even know
what it’s like to below
so below the surface i will hurt this beat like it beats my mother
f-ck a sucka trying luck
i don’t think so yo, i don’t drink so low
but i’ll drink solo, f-ck it, yolo
knocking ashes off my beverly hills polo
you know you hoes ain’t much of something
y’all more less than nothing
i’m disgusted with the discussions y’all be having
f-ck it, it kinda works
i love the smirk & i hate the skirt
wait, see i’m slurring words & putting em in reverse
i don’t rehe-rs- this verses you just having this
the canvas is always taking damages
cause the pen be bleeding thoughts made by the cannabis
i’ve opened cans of this whoop -ss drunken fist flow
my libs know what the lava tastes cause it’s always coming out my lips yo

verse 2:

please excuse the demolitions
treat this like an exhibition
for my repet-tion with the listens what i’m wishing
distant
i’m extending the sp-ce between me & you
he & you
we & you
fusions like it’s been forever
this three or four whatever
for whatever i am faking everything for the better
prisms prison for my neck to tether
never lose your focus, f-ck you & them false foundations
frame the fated upon feelings feeling fainted
stations with repet-tion for my listens or my life
nothing matters except it all
accept it all twice
bashing on some figment
cobra clutch like a stick shift
make em panic like t-tanic was meant for a shipment
to the ice to the floor
to the skies to the core
to the nice to the wh-r-s
to the less to the more
from the peace to the war
from the east to the north
from the west to the south
i’m a legend with the best ammo coming out the mouth
& c-mming in yours
sorry sweetie i ain’t needy
but i could use some cds to smoke this loud to

- gyn 503 lyrics

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