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psychic link - ☆starrbby★ lyrics

[chorus]
link her only for the brain, that’s a psychic link
come f*ck with me, i got that cash crop on me
she keep talkin’ ’bout rocks and astrology
i ain’t listenin’ shawty get on your knees
if i’m in the party then i’m pushing presh prolly
i don’t wanna f*ck, i think she off that meth molly
she want my heart, i ain’t even got it on me
i just popped a clean bean edamame
f*ck my brain that constant paranoia
keep talkin’ sh*t your money thin as tin foil
you lookin’ at a screen boy why your blood boilin’ ?
b*tch i’m sellin’ sum essential oils
shawty i’m a mess i could never be your boyfriend
imma let you know right now that i won’t ever be your boyfriend
and i got lots of flavors, come and pick your poison
shawty pressed i won’t ever bе her boyfriend

[verse 1]
yeah i’m countin’ good green boba fеtti
cosmic brownies on deck i got eddies
like omg shawty down to dome a legend
playin’ games on my iphone while she neck me
b*tch all of my drugs are undiluted
yeah you smokin’ k2 b*tch i’m smokin’ zookies
and you only buyin’ nudes cause you too broke to pay for p*ssy
yeah i’m off the shroomies i might act a lil kooky
gimme top then take it from the top
some fake motherf*ckers switched and they won’t get a named drop
rip drown, rip my dawg
rip midas motherf*ck the law b*tch
b*tch motherf*ck the government
how you switchin for a b*tch and you never even hit
he a simp
he paid to watch a b*tch suck my d*ck
told that b*tch, told that b*tch
make your simp buy me sh*t
[chorus]
link her only for the brain, that’s a psychic link
come f*ck with me, i got that cash crop on me
she keep talkin’ ’bout rocks and astrology
i ain’t listenin’ shawty get on your knees
if i’m in the party then i’m pushing presh prolly
i don’t wanna f*ck, i think she off that meth molly
she want my heart, i ain’t even got it on me
i just popped a clean bean edamame
f*ck my brain that constant paranoia
keep talkin’ sh*t your money thin as tin foil
you lookin’ at a screen boy why your blood boilin’ ?
b*tch i’m sellin’ sum essential oils
shawty i’m a mess i could never be your boyfriend
imma let you know right now that i won’t ever be your boyfriend
and i got lots of flavors, come and pick your poison
shawty pressed i won’t ever be her boyfriend

- ☆starrbby★ lyrics

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