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blunder policy! - ham sandwich (usa) lyrics

[verse 1: ham sandwich]
i feel like leon entertaining the masses
rocks bouncing on my chain, and you would swear it was magic
call my tech a genesect, they peep the way that i blast it
my thirty eight tell nine tales, and all of them tragic
i’m a classic in the making, y’all are faker than plastic
chopper heavy on my hip, slam, damage is massive
i’m a savage, and you n*ggas lillipups to a mastiff
top dog, boltund to the top, i already passed it, woo
i feel like an eevee with vv iv’s
green stay getting longer like i’m evolving a snivy
delibird, i never sleep, the hustle keep me lively
baddie hit my pokenav, she wanna pokeride me
if you hate me ’cause you ain’t me, why the f*ck you even follow me?
why your birth certificate look like a blunder policy
i just roll that fourty three, and go off on an odisshey
the vile plume a hazy cloud, the loudness isn’t audibly
i keep a flasher on my hip, and it ain’t for photography
i’m always moving cautiously, but stay out my geography
or turn to ash, and i ain’t talking prophecies
[verse 2: ty wild]
f*ck the prophecy, we turn your ass to ash, you not no hero
pokestar studios, i’m tryna make a scene, bro
i see your sweet hoe, she do me on the side like b row
she tryna link with me, while she leave you looking for link codes
pulling up like aqua, magma * how i stole your darling, peeko
she lying spread eagle like sobble hit the t*pose
was weeping when she left you, then i gave that b*tch a leaf stone
now she always want me in her mouth like a victreebel
i’m with her in my whip, it’s getting hot just like a fire lash from heatmor
said i got that special d, no need for screens, hoe
y’all some x and y rivals, my squad’s a rom hack elite four
a real g like guzma, i get wired up and beast mode
you could never be me, z crystals make it see soul
blaze, and your team got no haze, so that’s a sweep, bro
exeggcute, you think you a dragon, well, that’s a reach, bro
they high as f*ck, blunting like a treecko
mega rayquaza, i’m way up, and i don’t need stones
vital spirit in me, i don’t sleep, bro
in the lead, scoping out elite foes
catch ’em tryna switch up like morpeko
g34 on my hip ’cause a king need dough
you think you the king, i guarantee you getting dethroned

[verse 3: redster]
n*ggas wanna battle, send these n*ggas to the darkest void
scizor in the f*cking clip, each bullet punching hollow points
your b*tch in my hideout, all i’m hearing is a hyper voice
chopper rogue, i make a n*gga dip like he ain’t got a choice
bullet in your cranium if you thinking you big brain
b*tches give me cranidos, she looking for the big fame
braixen stick is right up on my hip, i draw a big flame
n*ggas turn to hop, uh uh, that’s a big shame
scope’ll let me see him like i’m working on optometry
you gon’ catch a round, i keep a gadget like i’m sophokles
missingno up on me, and my bag is an anomaly
i could be an air balloon, i promise you not popping me
i’m in upper class, you n*ggas living commonly
dynamic punches hit him like hypnosis, let him go to sleep
demeanor be on sheer cold, there ain’t a n*gga cold as me
blade on me kartana if a n*gga think they folding me

- ham sandwich usa lyrics

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