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facts - pen ultimate lyrics

[red flag]
everything’s comin’ up flag
i never did none of y’all bad
but some of y’all run around that
better gun ‘em down fast, had enough of y’all trash

[bacon bear]
bacon sizzle, pop
munchie spot, stanky garlic knots
shot for shot
gravy hot tub all up on my yacht

[will scrillz]
an anomaly, winnin’ the lottery
monopoly, i got the right properties
for profiting in this economy
making money off bonds, sean connery

[flag]
consider the torch passed
i stand on my words like a doormat
i got a dui on horseback
but ignore that, we give ‘em more facts

[chorus (all)]
stop flexin’, start stressin’
that’s facts (that’s facts)
throw ya mean mug in the trash (in the trash)
we ain’t cuttin’ none of y’all slack
that’s facts, that’s facts

[scrillz]
i’m the type of dude that will just pull up on the mic
spit over your verse and start hittin’ on your wife
i don’t give a sh*t about your insufficient life
you’re just another dollar that i’m takin’ with the dice
you call that sh*t a wallet? man, it look a little light
i’m chargin’ what i charge, you can’t get another price
i’ve been arrested twice with e pills and vics
but i’m a sl!ck motherf*cker, grease spills on ice

[bacon]
brilli*f*ckin’*iante
full monte and entrée to beyoncé
f*ck what ya mom say
popovers in pompei
burgers flambé, mongo
this sparks joy, marie kondo

[flag]
how could you do this?
what i’m smokin’s as loud as our music
wow, this sh*t stupid
just puffed a pound of “hadouken!”
facts, and this song is how we can prove it

[bacon]
facts upon facts upon facts
holla at trash, “where the cash at?”
scrill got the bills
bacon verbose
“what do u mean?”
he do the most

[flag]
it go:
dollars, cents, pocket lint
i’m the sh*t, y’all should quit
i’m high, everybody
so call me dr. nick
listen, if we stole yo’ sh*t, then you won’t get it back
the world ain’t as cold through the rose*tinted glass
my theater of the mind got some rows in the back
hopefully that goes just for those who can rap

[scrillz]
louder again just for those in the back
smokin’ a pack with some hoes in the ‘lac
goin’ off track like there’s holes in the map
hip*hop is dead, so we sold it for scr*ps

- pen ultimate lyrics

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