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blister - kill_cyrus lyrics

[chorus]
i tried her ex then i k!ll her (aye)
both took a sh*t (yuh)
meddle the p*ss (huh, aye)
ima go crazy (yuh) i need a mission (huh, aye)
she wanna suck d*ck (yuh)
she won’t get blister (aye)

[verse 1]
burn that boy out then i blinked her (ay)
i gotta drug in my sister (aye)
she wanna tackle my stick (huh)
i gotta tell her i p*ssed her (aye)
yeah my voices monotone (aye)
i still get your b*tch some ball (aye)
tell that b*tch don’t call my phone (aye)
bought a b*tch new vee long (ayee)
shawty won’t f*ck with my nose (aye)
tell a b*tch no, no (*electric distortion*)
f*cking ass and i’m in my zone (aye)
i do that freestyle sh*t for fun (aye)
then i get gone (aye)
i do not pack no sh*t i’m gone (yuh)
packing it all (aye, aye)
send that boy right to the stroller (aye)
follow you then you didn’t know ya (aye)
b*tch i’m that kissy, hop on my shoulder
i bought a lambo and whips on the brochure
ap on me so big i feel like soldier
suit a boy then i go to his mum
i get some racks for just making a song
i do not even give no f*cks about no b*tch yeah she go cheat on me i go f*ck on her mum (*smacks lips*)
moving a street one deep like i’m seven i feel like i’m twenty*one
his girl talk sh*t bout me but i do not f*ck with anyone
i gotta rex on me big rex yeah i got some heavy ones
she got that back on back i’m backing feel like i’m faking her
i feel like i’m faking her i f*ck her around feel like i’m backing her
i gotta purse in case of the canada i gotta rex on me your b*tch is selling her (aye)
flowing the beat (aye)
f*ck what you heard (yuh)
b*tch you’re not yeet (aye)
but i gotta burp (yuh)
flow like a flame b*tch
what her on me (yuh)
the dress make me feel like insane b*tch
i feel i’m going insane b*tch
i cannot f*ck with the same b*tch
i got the money on me (yuh)
im gonna shoot you in the brain b*tch
shut the f*ck up give me brain b*tch
i gotta rex on my same sh*t
b*tch i’m kissy i’m not lame b*tch
i’m on the money and fame b*tch
all of the dollars and chains and cars and i want the same b*tch
i want the money the drugs the cars yeah i want it like fame b*tch (yuh)
sushi in lane, i gotta follow my way
b*tch i’m still kissy i’ll make it rain
hop off a lark her diamonds my chain
got a rich b*tch she love cocaine
she wanna f*ck him, she wanna f*ck him, she wanna f*ck (huh)
she wanna f*ck him
[chorus]
i tried her ex then i k!ll her (aye)
both took a sh*t (yuh)
meddle the p*ss (huh, aye)
ima go crazy (yuh) i need a mission (huh, aye)
she wanna suck d*ck (yuh)
she won’t get blister (aye)

[chorus]
i tried her ex then i k!ll her (aye)
both took a sh*t (yuh)
meddle the p*ss (huh, aye)
ima go crazy (yuh) i need a mission (huh, aye)
she wanna suck d*ck (yuh)
she won’t get blister (aye)

- kill_cyrus lyrics

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