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sneakin' n' snitchin' - linguini bros lyrics

[intro: w4veform]
(yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, ayy, ayy*yuh*yuh)
(yuh, yuh, yuh*yuh*yuh*yuh*yuh)

[verse 1: w4veform]
i’m sneakin’ and snitchin’
why you quittin’?
oh, yeah, you can’t even fit in
i’ma put a slit in
yeah, every beat i’m on, i’m k!llin’
i’m grateful for this gift i was given
i don’t know, but i think the demon has arisen
i’ma k!ll you, and yo’ crew
man, you know you stink like poo
yo’ life is due, get a view
i’ma split you in two
shh, we gotta be quiet
yo’ organs my diet
kinda weird, but this a riot
i stay in line, like a private
you know on the charts, we highest
burnin’ you, like climate
buddy really wanna play
that’s the day he stayed away
i shot ’em with a ray’
all he saw was grey
spray and pray
today, you die, nah, you ain’t fly
you ain’t that guy, i’ma shoot ya in yo’ eye
don’t еven cry, all you had to do was comply
callin’ me a snitch, but i think you a b—
i’ma leavе you in a ditch
you know i keep a stick
i always up my pitch
i’m tryna sneak, yeah, i gotta take a leak
why you gotta be so dang weak?
my drip is on fleek, name is unique
check my physique, this my technique
shoot ya next week, hide you in the creek
make yo’ body an antique
[bridge: ghvst pvrple & w4veform]
(ayy, ayy, ayy*ayy)
watch, bro, this song ’boutta be some gas, bro (ayy, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh*yuh*yuh)
’boutta be better than any of the weed you ever smoked, bro
this sh*t’s ’boutta be insane (yeah, yeah) (yuh, yuh*yuh*yuh*yuh)

[verse 2: ghvst pvrple]
i’ma leave that b*tch in a body bag
diamonds diggin’ snitch, give it all [?]
die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die
yeah, i don’t know why i f*ckin’ scream so loud
i got kinda mad, yeah*yeah, anyways

[bridge: ghvst pvrple]
shout*out lil mim$, the creator of the $ea monkeys
and, also, my biological father, and my brother, and my daughter at the same time

[verse 3: ghvst pvrple]
yeah, you little f*cker
[?], like, what’s up?
you a little f*g, pull up to yo’ house with my f*ckin’ mags
put the money in the bag, b*tch, you under attack
don’t die, don’t die, don’t die until i want you to
i just dragged six bottles of benadryl
and i also just watched saw five, that sh*t was fire
in a coffin, put ’em in a coffin, leave that b*tch cryin’
leave that body cryin’
[outro: ghvst pvrple]
i’m doing black tar heroin with my clique
and my ex girlfriend is a witch, yeah
honestly, i have learned a lot from the recording of this song
’cause i realized that i am really bad at meme rap, and i’m better at screamo sh*t
and f*ckin’ [?]
yeah
anyways, shout*out lil mim$ again

- linguini bros lyrics

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