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saya bullets! - mir blackwell lyrics

saya bullets! lyrics
[chorus: mir blackwell]
uh, draw the weapon like a stylus, always been the fliest and i do it without trying, bro
your beefing ain’t exciting, mess around with saya, you got bullets in your diet, bro
and i ain’t with the typing, i’m d*gg*ng any blogger for the stories that they writing, bro
and that’s the way i like it, now pour a couple shots for all my homies who had died before, uh

[verse 1: mir blackwell]
i had to use my best moves to get through
i move bricks the same color as zetsu
the tech blew, you see through like test tubes
i blessed you like guru just met you
i always keep a round, baba
i’m gone off the juice, sokka
all i do is ad, pop up
it ain’t over till my chopper sing, opera
he ain’t in the gang, you can’t move with us
team full of veterans, what’s new to us
warp kamehameha, fiends shooting up
got a team full of jefferson’s, we moving up
i’m seeing blue like i took off my blindfold
that’s the paper that i go through
rollie got too many rocks, where the time go
bars hit you later like an iou
[chorus: mir blackwell]
draw the weapon like a stylus, always been the fliest and i do it without trying, bro
your beefing ain’t exciting, mess around with saya, you got bullets in your diet, bro
and i ain’t with the typing, i’m d*gg*ng any blogger for the stories that they writing, bro
and that’s the way i like it, now pour a couple shots for all my homies who had died before

[verse 2: diggz da prophecy]
look*look*look, i pull up like the mail man
to deliver all the news like it’s on sale, fam
known to make em crazy, type of crazy when he heard the list
bars over heads, they’ll get it later like divergent fist
different competitor, list me as the editor
giving out the four piece, it’s spicy or it’s regular, uh
i talk a lot of sh*t, we end it with et cetera
she blew my sh*lls out cause she always been ahead of you
yeah, she unsheath this motherf*cker
oh, you looking for your shawty, she beneath me, motherf*cker
and i’m bout to take her high like khalifa, motherf*cker
how i got her? i kick game like it’s fifa, motherf*cker
ay, and we about to make a sequel
never cross the line, b*tch, i’m jordan from the free throw
never been my equal, you folding from the door
and i’m back with the energy, they call me bulbasaur

[chorus: mir blackwell]
uh, draw the weapon like a stylus, always been the fliest and i do it without trying, bro
your beefing ain’t exciting, mess around with saya, you got bullets in your diet, bro
and i ain’t with the typing, i’m d*gg*ng any blogger for the stories that they writing, bro
and that’s the way i like it, now pour a couple shots for all my homies who had died before
[verse 3: mir blackwell]
pour a couple shots for me
raised in the shadow realm and i can’t stop going
he ain’t talking bout no guap, then i’m not showing
copped a cell games, watch, it won’t stop glowing, so all my opps know it
neck, wrist, watch and necklace, all perfected
your next b*tch who i’m texting, off my checklist
ass up and her chest is where the desk it
breathless, then she exit, stage left, b*tch
thanos, n*ggas wasn’t f*cking with the vision
now they want a cut of the percentage
i know getting gold was the mission
but a lot of n*ggas turned to snitches
n*ggas said i’d never make a living
now they want parts in the business
loop the only gang that i live with
and if you ain’t my brother you can’t get in

[verse 4: jhbboss]
messing with the gang, you will not come out the same
bullets flying when i aim, i ain’t got no time for games
bro is not hard as he claims, we gon leave him in remains
gl!cks up on me like i’m joker and i will not miss a thing
we gon let it bang, we gon go against the grain
got that stripe on me like snipe, it’s gon hit at any range
come in cut with the heat like i’m roy with the blade
staying real to my folk, i ain’t ever acting strange
never catch us lacking, we riding out with the poles up
talking crazy now, but be shook whenever we roll up
flashing on the weapon, aim picture perfect with close ups
staying with the tool on me like i’m kazuichi soda
bullets make em do gymnastics, he get flipped like motorola
shooters stay behind me like i’m joker with his own persona
rock out with the weapon at the show like ibuki mioda
messing round with saya, you catching bullets and it be over, huh

- mir blackwell lyrics

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