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too mean! - mir blackwell lyrics

[verse 1: mir blackwell]
if meany on production, then i’m on it, that’s a guarantee
don’t need to hear the beat, i hear the tag and then i clear the fee
i’m heading to the bank to cash a check, my n*ggas there with me
say rapping is my passion, but i treat that sh*t like therapy
i’m wavy when i’m penning, always winning, see my hands are tied
flowing like a waterfall delivery on amazon
born to be a prince up in this b*tch, i got the sands of time
open and a deadline, then i hit the boof and dead the line
three features in one day, that’s just a warm up
that n*gga try to stеal my buzz, i tell my goons to swarm up
see, money is the only thing a n*gga gon’ need morе of
and b*tches is the only thing a n*gga getting bored of, of course cause
all my n*ggas coming with quick scopes, i switch flows
sneaking out the crib just to get hoes, i tiptoe
one in between the six*o, my crib swole
that n*gga running his lip, so his rib broke
meany sent the beat, i’m like: “d*mn, this sh*t so clean”
i said f*ck your whole collective, i’mma handle cliques with ease, they like

[verse 2: 2mean]
p*ssed, so i just gotta rack rounds
missed cause you all in a pack, clowns
b*tch should’ve just gone and sat down
still looking down on your pack, now
useless stupid, dumb and dumber
pointing fingers like i wonder
ruthless suited, counting numbers
cashing cheques just like a dunker
stupid b*tch, she make me go dumb
i’m talking like i’m yoda
fizz up just like a soda
i’m finna hit my quota
want me to blow her back out
stumbling, flipping packs now
spelling my name on the d*mn couch
fumbling, counting up stacks, pounds
b*tch, i stay in the loop, jumpin’ hoops, ain’t a member
b*tch, i aim when i shoot my shot, lose my temper
keep on saying i’m too hot like i’m sparking on an ember
i make money while you talkin’, crazy sh*t while you on tinder
supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
yeah, that b*tch is so atrocious, got me taking pills and potions
she want all bad, no sad, struttin’ with no hall pass
first, last, tall, fast, somewhat of a badass
[verse 3: mir blackwell]
talking on the gang, to make him hang is just an easy fee
nothing been the same, i’ve been insane since i met meany beats
tucking in his chain, that’s not the same as what i seen ’em tweet
what more can i say? i do five k and that’s an easy week
the n*ggas you look up to, i already got ’em feature listed
peep the vision, n*ggas tryna multiply the bread, i said the keys division
split the bread with fam, i’m tryna show ’em how to keep us winning
won’t forgive a snake and i’ll be d*mned if you see me forgetting
told these n*ggas, bro, i don’t know p*rs*ltongue
cause i’m quick to mow down a snake before i talk to one
he gon’ get his gun out the case, b*tch, i walk with one
there’s a lot of static when he at it, but he sparking none
my pockets like the elephant, inside the room in all occasions
he short my bread, i send his brain, i put him on vacation
your b*tch gon’ take me home tonight, ain’t even tell me y’all was dating
she said that i’m cute, rich and smart, i’m hitting all the bases
meany made the beat, i said: “hand that sh*t to me”
i got shooters on call, they gon’ blam that sh*t for free, i’m like

- mir blackwell lyrics

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