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​cruella da ville - ​miind lyrics

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[intro]
yuh, yuh, yuh okay
huh okay, b*tch okay
wh0re, huh uh, huh uh
huh uh, huh uh, huh uh

[chorus]
b*tch i’m back at it
my diamonds white like i hate blm
or a motha’f*cking crack addict
b*tch wanna ride d*ck ion f*ck with that b*tch
she belong in the trash it’s tragic
like i got blonde hair, number four
that b*tch in a corset, she a wh0re
“isn’t that your adlib?” b*tch of course
if she don’t suck d*ck i kick her out the door
huh door, huh door
[verse 1]
how in the f*ck is you relevance?
monkey clips; planet of the apes
banana zaza, feel like a chimp
i do the most to these n*ggas
but n0body wanna admit that i’m one of the best
stop saying that you got the arm to shoot
you can’t lift sh*t off your chest
you is a bird chirping in the nest
glock in the purse, red and white my x
stripes on a shirt n*gga now hе ness
said that he rip sh*t, now he dеad
i heard n*ggas saying that they better than me
that’s what fame does to your head
treat that n*gga like skaiwater
the 9 got miles up in this mix
n*ggas swing on the web like miles morales
green in my pocket, resemble a salad
put a hole in his chest; raditz
you bagged that b*tch but she way too average
what the f*ck are you dumb n*ggas talking about?
treat that boy like the blind how i’m walking him out
might go deaf off these motha’f*cking loud
b*tch i’ve been higher than a south park towel
you a slave ass n*gga get back in the field
black and white b*tch like cruella da ville
gone off the ‘lato, the shrimp is the meal
you ain’t been up, you don’t know how i feel
[chorus]
b*tch i’m back at it
my diamonds white like i hate blm
or a motha’f*cking crack addict
b*tch wanna ride d*ck ion f*ck with that b*tch
she belong in the trash it’s tragic
like i got blonde hair, number four
that b*tch in a corset, she a wh0re
“isn’t that your adlib?” b*tch of course
if she don’t suck d*ck i kick her out the door
huh door, huh door

[verse 2]
yuh, you talk out yo ass like muppet
i ain’t bring this sh*t back for nothing
40. on a n*gga with the bread like a crumpet
b*tch give crazy ass head like mayabuckets
i’m not your regular citizen
like a h*rny murderer i k!ll again
f*ck a church ima commit sin again
and my main b*tch from the west end
[?] b*tch i’m, b*tch i’m
strapped up like ed and rummy
pop that boy like bubble buddy
b*tch you stink like a bag of funyuns
high on the moon, shout out kid cudi
like i gotta make this guap
gotta make this rock, gotta make this pop
gotta pull up with the green in my wallet, new crops
i twist and spin that b*tch, i heard she got bop
n*gga f*ck the cops, one hand my chop; odel
order the pack like i’m kenan and kel
i can treat this b*tch like it’s escanor on a bed of th*rns
otherwise n*gga i’m bringing em h*ll
[chorus]
b*tch i’m back at it
my diamonds white like i hate blm
or a motha’f*cking crack addict
b*tch wanna ride d*ck ion f*ck with that b*tch
she belong in the trash it’s tragic
like i got blonde hair, number four
that b*tch in a corset, she a wh0re
“isn’t that your adlib?” b*tch of course
if she don’t suck d*ck i kick her out the door
huh door, huh door

[outro]
wh0re, haha

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