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blossom tree - jacob tomlin & lil glassy lyrics

[intro: jacob tomlin]
ooh, aye, you finna die, baby
hahahahahaha
aye, aye
yeah, maxo on the beat, you feel me
aye
maxo
what, what, what
jack, stop

[verse 1: jacob tomlin]
kid pain ain’t pulling up, how the f-ck you expect to diss when you ain’t sh-t
running up bands like a motherf-cker if you trynna diss then we finna blitz
from the uk, b-tch, we really with sh-ts
how you look like a child and also touch kids
sinner, godd-mn, b-tch i’m not afraid to sin
mummy still calling for your f-cking din dins

[verse 2: lil gl-ssy]
bustin’ rhymes, all the time
[?] on my side
i’ma die in the candlelight, i’ma f-ckin rap ’til i die
reaper on my side
goth boy [?]
goth boy [?] i’ma drop a rhyme
all the time, drop top limousine, drop top limousine
[?] on my side, i’ma drop it
indian diss track on the boy, flow, yeah
moonshine, moon rhyme, moon time
writing rhymes ’til i die
drop fire bars
drop fire bars [?] in the ground
.38 to the face
glock by my side, we will wait ’til i die
put the glock to the head, pull the trigger, yah
t-series, t-g-y, kid pain
i’ma ride ’til i die, put the glock to your head
pull the trigger, very clever
i’ma ride ’til i f-ckin’ [?], oh yah

[interlude]
bro, my phones f-cking cracked as sh-t, man

[verse 3: jacob tomlin & lil gl-ssy]
lil b-tch coming at me, yeah, you don’t know who you messing with, huh
mortem posse know we coming with ’em d-cks
living like a rockstar, you living like a b-tch
pr-cks, n-body is backing you
you racking two
you tried to be cool and now b-tches lacking you, huh
pr-cks, i can’t f-ck with you indian boy, lil’ pr-ck n-body wants you in your own home
sending demo tapes to t-series, homie, it’s clear to me, huh
sesame street because it’s murder she wrote
n-body giving you head
that’s a fake f-cking boast
yeah, aye
put on a coat
jump into the ‘rari, b-tch, you will be f-cking sorry
ice on my neck, it’s murder she wrote
plug on the boat, b-tch you will f-cking float, yah, yah

[verse 4: deanparty]
indian scammer, [?]
ignorant gibberish
you will be nothing

- jacob tomlin lil glassy lyrics

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