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peachdracula - magpie's lyrics

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b*tch i′m silent yeah just smoke
i just block don’t read what wrote
i′m so sneaky haha dope

invisibility cloak

i keep climbing but the mountain gets bigger
down the block they turned the city into litter

fake glocks she a novice pistol gripper
weed on her socks she a siesta tripper
got no stylist ain’t none of her clothes fit her
i didn’t know she′d be bringing all of her sh*t with her

i tried to give like i got something good to take
like trainwreck i crash ′til the smoke turn opaque
like popped balloons i got no ego to inflate
my friends ask why i still put frosting on the flakes

no way i can clean up now she left me so dirty
she slurring but loves the way i talk she says i’m wordy
my anxiety is just like drill she built st*rdy
i got lots of brains so i′m extending to a thirty

say she f*ck with me i watch that b*tch turn tail
she say she serious i’m like “bout what sniffing rails”
she say she swerving in haha yeah just like a snail
yeah she blow hot air but that ship ain′t got no sails

walk onto the bus b*tch i ride for free
why cant everybody be swag like me
walk onto the bus b*tch i ride for free
why cant everybody be swag like me

walk onto the bus b*tch i ride for free
why cant everybody be swag like me
walk onto the bus b*tch i ride for free
why cant everybody be swag like me

my jaw dropped floppy
when i saw that seller sold
i didn’t like the way she shot me
for a coat that k!ller cold
i pass go and you can′t stop me
hope you choke on fools gold
got codeine straight from the poppy
it just cut that k!ller cold

waiting for you in the lobby
hurry up i’m getting old
my eyesight is getting sloppy
i can’t see you anymore
like ice we staying frosty
yeah like water we poor
like ice we staying frosty
yeah like water we poor

if she getting bossy b*tch i point you to the door
i just wanna chill don′t want you here no more
gotta ruin everything
gotta be a d*ck
he say that i′m pay to win
i say that he sh*t

she say that i’m better that him
she like the way my mouse fl!ck
i don′t know why she so sad
all black is on her outfit
f*ck ’em if a hoe be mad
don′t give a f*ck you doubt sh*t
these players cheaters
i’m on my kick em off the couch sh*t

- magpies lyrics

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