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spazz - hash gordon lyrics

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yo *

you ain’t saying sh*t, you should bite the f*ck down
n*ggas always wanna play too cool when you around
how’s that real clout? when i see your fake chains brown
that’s a real snout, on my potnas* shhh, you dyin’ now

a lot of n*ggas out here still posing like rockstars
imma show you how to really not give a f*ck
tap ya database to blow ya spot * i bet he run
how you tough online, but irl don’t want the ones?

n*ggas tried to count me out, i’m back from the dead
with more power than i ever had
my d*ck all in ya mouth (b*tch)
n*ggas say they gang, talk about you then they smile

keep precision on my vision with these two*faced sided clowns
bout to train for martial arts, so motherf*ck a gun
i ain’t with that tough sh*t, but you’ll be sh*tting when i’m done
i’m just talking ish, i just do that sh*t for fun
lotta rappers think they big and bad, but can you back it up, yuh

i walk in this b*tch hand on my d*ck
walking like i’m vincе
chain gang, i can’t break the code on my john cеna sh*t
set ya spot ablaze, i had a knick for fire as a kid
west coast n*gga, feeling atl the way i’m stomping sh*t

i broke up with my hoe, think i’m finna hit the streets again
can’t feel a thing unless lil shawty hoppin’ on my (hey)
and i been on the edge with how my mama sick
been tiktoking with the devil, we went viral when i split his wig

hey, i’m outta pocket * been that way since a kid
dust on my shoulder on occasion, a lil chip
these clout chasers tired, why they on they knees again?
these n*ggas buying fans, hope you don’t breathe again

been working on my peace, i need to see a therapist
i’d rather slit my wrist and end that sh*t like actavis
wait, no, i’m tripping f*ck that sh*t, but i ain’t getting jipped
all that money can go to the life that we ain’t lived

i’m still hittin l!cks
i ain’t signed yet, better wake the f*ck up mitch lucker
cause me? no i ain’t die yet

i bring the swag to anything, i feel like rhymefest
i should name you rappers “3.14”, y’all boys pie man

raw sh*t to yo face, can you digest?
fall sh*t, these bodies droppin’ like it’s mind s*x
crack rock laced in my flow, grab the pyrex
i been on my grind for h*lla long, why i ain’t signed yet? (x2)
i ain’t signed yet

aye, it’s hash motherf*cking gordon
hashy f baby, boy with the master plan
your favorite rapper’s favorite rapper
aha, i got my mental health right

got my paper right, i’m eating good
my skin good, i’m drinking juice
my b*tch bad, my mama proud
all gas, no breaks it ain’t safe for you b*tch ass n*ggas

stop playin’ with me like i ain’t that n*gga

i’m out!

- hash gordon lyrics

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