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vultures - j1hunnit lyrics

[intro]
(bj, he know he ain’t finna play with ’em)

[verse]
mama got enough ebt to feed a whole village
food stamp baby like og bobby billions
a kool*aid and frozen pizza child like mac miller
i’m speakin’ trap soul like my nickname b. tiller
i’m smokin’ headband to my corn rows, i’m p. miller
i wanted to be like lil’ romeo when i was a little one
a drugstore cowboy like matt dillon
baby came vicious with the noggin, it was bone chillin’
lieutenant dan taylor, now my legs got no feeling
forest gump, i put a baby in her just like [?]
i told baby girl to leave it bald head like krillin
freaky*ass b*tch ride the d*ck while shе tip drill
i put my finger in her mouth, took it out and gave hеr a wet w*lly
this a million dollars worth of game, but i ain’t gillie
i treated bro like wallo when he left prison
i put him on and told him, “bro, it’s either this or go back to the system”
auction off the bags for twenty*one like tiki barber
you gotta learn how to mediate between the beg and bargain
i brought ’em down to thirteen to make ’em travel like james harden
i had to learn how to deal with haglers like marvelous marvin
n*ggas still watchin’ from the stands tryna judge the performance
burn a n*gga on the sidelines like percy harvin
i’m hitman hearns, i would’ve did the same thing to martin
we came outnumbered and falled hard, just like the spaldings
he tried to instigate for his mans and ended up as the target
he tried to milk the situation and got put on the back of the carton
cooked the work like i’m servin’ for a critic, to michelin star
money make a n*gga that hate life start smilin’ for it
when that pack hit, all you see is t**th, just like a walrus
i left the game for a little and came back, lamarcus aldridge
these ain’t the same plants as last time, i updated the garden
gas bags smellin’ extra flatulent, they asked, “who farted?”
i was thinkin’ for the long hall, i rarely played the corner
last year i was just heatin’ up, i done got a lil’ warmer
i’m startin’ to think i’m made of rhino skin, i got impenetrable armor
why you worried ’bout the next man? that’s a real disorder
i heard they sent buddy in the spot with a tape recorder
he tried to wipe down his own mans just to take the fortune
this sh*t gettin’ real hard to watch, it’s successive torture
they don’t care about you ’til you dead, i hate the vultures

- j1hunnit lyrics

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