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fawk !t - jmc x scarred fa-lyfe lyrics

[verse: scarred fa*lyfe]
shortie she got a b*tch, f*ck it and tossed
the b*tch faded, we send her back home
lit in the kitchen, b*tch start doin’ dishes
the illis vanilla i’m cold

i don’t know, don’t wanna know
slam’em down like dominos
heart fallin’, geronimo
got his main b*tch hittin’ higher notes
vibe too strong, know that i’m ‘bown to blow
laughin’ at you goofies, comical
can’t n0body tell me, not a hoe
lately feelin’ cold, abominal
cooped up in this b*tch like vamanos

(aye, yeah)
no bein’ nervous, can’t hide behind curtains
they know when i surface i hit the beat surfin’
you’re just a burden, no picture perfеct

get on my motherf*ckin’ nervеs and i’m purgin’
i love a b*tch that looks better in person
swagger and knowledge, i merge them
feelin’ the burnin’, tables i turn’em
self made i earned it, i am not verbal
f*ck all the talkin’, putt’em in coffin’s
hit the gas coughin’, faded so often
open my mind on a track like i lost it * see you tomorrow!

[verse: jmc]
down down bad like j.i.d
wanna get the business come see me
c3p * o r you just 2 stupid to compete with me? * uh

bumpin’ sh*t through the window * uh
facetime ya b*tch from a kindle * uh
pull out my hair, lookin’ metal* uh
pan handle you like tin foil * uh

honestly
give you the policy
that is dishonesty
you try to body me?
you try to slaughter me?
it do not bother me
give you lobotomy
scootin’ ya b*tch out from under me
she wanna slobber me
jmc dynasty
do not dishonor me
do not disservice me
if you no heard of me
it no occur to me
i am like lottery
i just want currency
rockin’ and rollin’, i’m stopin the holdin’
my money ain’t foldin’, my money is pullin’
this sh*t is so easy from peazy to lemon to squeezy
i’m rockin’ imported, the weather breezy
i’m hittin’ the stu’ like wichester repeatin’
controllin’, so shout out weezy
i’m honing on singing so listen
i rap in the moment but i am not peakin’ * b*tch

f*ck it imma get it, who gon’ stop me?
better body guard your body
don’t get c*cky, end up buried in the tropics
i’m like jason playin’ hockey, word to jodie
word to flocky, ‘maginary
guess i gotta foster up on all these copies * heeeh?

(phantom)
(thank you jmc, my f*ckin’ guy)

- jmc x scarred fa lyfe lyrics

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