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heavy metal lead - marjorie -w.c. sinclair lyrics

[intro]
ここは怪獣で故郷くすら。今日もうないです。あるかしら…
大嫌い

[verse 1: marjorie *w.c. sinclair]
baby checkin’ chicken, turn them hens into some roosters
heavy metal lead, double stack mag inside this fully (yeah!)
flew from oakland to berlin, i got a bag and ran right through it
if c*mac don’t know the b*tch, she prolly f*gin’ with no movement (yeah!)
don’t know how to act, she off a half pint of d’uesse
makin’ movements on me, back up, i’m not interested in you
as soothing as it sounds, a million clams just don’t make music to me
but you could be my backend if i fumble with this move
with lubricated ass, she make it clap and beat in tune
i think i’m overdosing, baby moterboatin’ with that booty
soda potion, pourin’ purple acc up got me snoozin’
when i woke up in j*pan i bought a house and copped a buick
super human accuracy, she active with that tooly
gettin’ groovy with them packages, fedex what had them movin’
too many d*mn pack flippers, turned his ass to a user
if she useless but she bad, find you a baddie who got juice

[bridge]
i’ll show you what i’m made of…
意味がないね？おいだいてね！
yeah!
[verse 2: etah cmvc]
aye, yo’ b*tch hit the ketamine like a pro
bro boomin’ promethazine for the low
i ain’t got a problem with it, n*gga, i got a hoe
matter fact, she got a date right now, let’s go
baby hit my line, said her grandpa grow
where this n*gga at? (the b*tch said chicoo)
tunnel vision lenses, lookin’ through the peep hole
i’m a plumber like mario the way i keep pole
call her “gawk gawk” by the way she deep throat
50 dollar ads for the head, yeah, cheap throat
yo’ b*tch wanna f*ck but i fell asleep though
okay, you got a bad b*tch, but she a cheap hoe

[verse 3: marjorie *w.c. sinclair]
okay, she bad, but is she really claiming baggage?
i need 50 million clammys if i’m finna let you bag me
fishmix with the ketamine got her feelin’ frisky, d*mnit
we could risk it if you ready, let me know when you want everything

[verse 4: etah cmvc]
f*ckin’ for the free, lil’ baby that’s a no*no
fee for the d? yeah, b*tch, that’s for sho*sho
who the f*ck on the beat? yeah, it’s c*mac and oso
red light, green light, i tell the b*tch when to go*go
[verse 5: marjorie *w.c. sinclair]
sell ketamine, lord of the rings, feeling like frodo
big blower, baby, this not a sword, b*tch, this a
it’s not a gen 4, but this 3d printed glock turn to a ghost though
i up the tempo and beat it from the back till her knees bent broke

- marjorie w c sinclair lyrics

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