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fxck class, smoke gas❗️ - li'l goldie lyrics

[intro: lil goldie]
bl*bl*black sheep gang
no face no name
*car noises*
*groan*

[verse 1: lil goldie & xanadu]
b*tch, i’m gettin gassed like i’m wearin striped pajamas
i been stayin heated like i’m sleepin in a sauna (yea, yea)
b*tch, just suck this d*ck
i don’t care about yo trauma (yuh)
i don’t give a f*ck about yo daddy or yo mama (yea, yea, yea)
everybody talkin, but i’m deaf
so i ain’t hearin sh*t
i blew too many pipe bombs
so i cannot f*ckin hear a bit
i’m smearin it
my f*ckin sh*t, all up on yo honda b*tch
like, f*ck the rich, suck my d*ck
pay yo f*ckin taxes b*tch
middle fingers up screamin f*ck the f*ckin system
(yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
i won’t ever be a victim to the motherf*ckin symptom
(yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
get some motherf*ckin wisdom and you’ll keep yo f*ckin freedom
but you suck they f*ckin d*ck, so i guеss you never winnin
so keep yo mouth shut when you f*ckin sayin my namе
i’ll cut yo tounge out, i ain’t f*ckin playin these games
ain’t ever gettin fame, all you f*ckin p*ssies is lames
like, what’s yo f*ckin name?
boy you puttin yo blood to shame

(ay, ay, ay
pass that sh*t bro)
(yea* yea* yea* yea*)

[verse 2: xanadu]
f*ck this class
smoke this gas
hoe suck my d*ck while i make that cash
make that bag
shoot that gat
i k!lled that boy because he was a drag
pull out a blade, then i’m goin’ crazy
i am so high off of that lemon hazy
we might f*ck, it’s only a maybe
i don’t really give a f*ck if you hate me
in a trance he goes, guess i’ll see him in the afterlife
cocaine on my nose, i’m a white boy and i’m snorting that white
i don’t want you hoes, you don’t want me, lil b*tch, stop lyin’
leave me alone, it’s like everyday i’ve been getting so high
f*ck this b*tch
imma drop out this b*tch
imma sock out that b*tch if he talk sh*t
i get it, i get it
you wanna be me, but you will not admit it
i’ll split your brain, just give me a minute
a second to bless you hoes in the crowd
(you sound like a f*cking gremlin)
that’s the point, b*tch shut yo mouth
i don’t give a f*ck about no motherf*ckin hoe bag
talk ‘bout some lil wh0res and we got that lil b*tch so mad
you sayin’ i sound awful, but i got a show to yell at
and i don’t see you preformin’ those sh*tty ass trash raps, lil b*tch

[verse 3: scar]
f*ck lil’ b*tch up in my snapback, if you talk then run back, uh
all these p*ssies so mad, wait until i get my new bag, uh
just rolled up a zip zap, smoke it down and then i tap tap, uh
tap tap on lil’ shorty ass, lil b*tch i make it clap clap, uh
pu*pu*pull up with a blade, choppin b*tches like filet
if you run away then i’ll find out where you f*ckin stay
everyday, when i wake up b*tch i get my pay
smokin ’woods and smokin fools like it’s gta

[hook: scar]
f*ck class, smoke gas
everyday a duffel bag
smoke gas, f*ck class
start a riot on yo ass
f*ck class, smoke gas
slap you with my f*ckin mag
smoke gas, f*ck class
better run i’ll get yo ass
f*ck class, smoke gas
everyday a duffel bag
smoke gas, f*ck class
start a riot on yo ass
f*ck class, smoke gas
slap you with my f*ckin mag
smoke gas, f*ck class
better run i’ll get yo ass

[outro: scar]
yuh

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- lil goldie lyrics

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