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bitch - lazarus! (us) lyrics

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i just walked in with a shotty
skrrt skrrt skrrt pull up in the rari
i get a glock boy like carl
i’m f*cking that b*tch she calling me papi
she sucking my d*ck

[intro]
(d*mn son, where’d you find this?)
ayy shaw i’m faded where the
(yeah) (jank)
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[verse 1]

ayy ayy (yeah)
i just walked in with a shotty
skrrt skrrt skrrt pull up in the rari
i get a glock boy like carl
i’m f*cking that b*tch she calling me papi
she sucking my d*ck and she know that i’m poppin
but i’ve been jankin more than rodrick
i run to the bag they calling me sonic
i get that stick like i’m going wild
man f*ck that talking i run up some commas
that boy got some money these n*ggas be funny
up in the two ford now he running
i hop in the two dawg get to dumping
i figure n*ggas be b*tches, period
she act like hoe it must the time of the month
i don’t give a f*ck point it beer black eye blinging
and shawty she suck she swallow my s*m*n
i pull up and bust leave them on the cement
b*tch i’m in the hood i’m in the flat
i had to move the v a
man f*ck all these n*ggas these n*ggas be g*y
if that n*gga talking pop out with the k
i’m f*cking that b*tch and i nut on her face
pull up in the foreign had to do the race
[verse 2]

pockets fat than a b*tch
i just like saying b*tch
you’s a
fat than a b*tch
i just like saying b*tch
use a big stick
hop out with a big clip
all this cr*p this ain’t biskids
i got racks you’s a dipsh*t
and my shooters don’t miss sh*t
how you got a stendo clip but still ain’t hit sh*t?
that means you ain’t in the field
i swear these n*ggas ain’t real
i pull up and shoot like barnaby bill
if he get the p*ssy then he get k!lled
like boy that cap ain’t my style
pull up with the strap and we get wild
b*tch i get a mac he gun him down
if that n*gga up we run him down
gimme that sh*t lil b*tch
gimme that b*tch lil b*tch
gimme that stick lil b*tch
imma take your b*tch lil b*tch
i hop in the trap i bussin the uzi
i’m gripping that b*tch i’m gripping my toolie
i hang with the goons we young rooly
that n*gga high like kooly
all of the bloods i’m boolin
6ix9ine my n*ggas they stupid
tote guns my n*ggas they ruthless
b*tch you red/rare like roofus
you ain’t moving packs you a doofus
but she give me brain and i leave her clueless
we smokin that gas my n*ggas they zooted
we up in his house my n*ggas they lootin
well that n*gga tight/type but he won’t meet
pull up with the pipe and ctrl atl delete
[verse 3]

f*ck do you need my n*gga
b*tch i’m the plug i got it all
and what do you see my n*gga
i don’t know but i see a whole lot of b*tches
i see a whole lot of b*tches
i see a whole lot of riches
i see a whole lot of gun
i see a whole lot of funds
my n*ggas they do they want
ayy f*ck that sh*t b*tch
f*ck that sh*t b*tch
f*ck that sh*t b*tch
f*ck that sh*t b*tch
f*ck that sh*t b*tch
f*ck that sh*t b*tch
f*ck that sh*t b*tch
f*ck that sh*t b*tch
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yeah
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