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snapchat plug #paranoid - pope cyrus vii lyrics

[verse 1]
i been cuttin’ ties with everybody that i know
if you not gon’ pick the paddle up, you off the boat
ain’t one flex they make authentic, yet they brag and boast
if i tell you ‘bout this sh*t, it’s ‘cause i f*ckin’ know
if you never lost 50 racks, don’t talk to me
if you never lost 50 bands, don’t talk to me
cross through the sunrise, you could say it dawned on me
if you can’t stand upon a lake, don’t walk to me
everybody weak now, prayin’ for a miracle
just know if you givin’ up the wheel, it ain’t steerable
left the sh*t in god’s hands, now you doin’ miserable
dawg, you gotta get it out the mud when you feel terrible
dog in me barkin’, ain’t got rid of it
thеy wan’ take away the spark when you in thе mix
d*mn, i spent a couple k on a syllabus
this sh*t make me wanna go and traffic ritalin

[chorus]
when you a snapchat plug, you get paranoid
everything you built could be smashed by an asteroid
girlie, i’m not tryna meet your friends or your new boy
everybody fake now, spin on you like the voice

[verse 2]
birds of prey swoop and they really catch the big koi
never want suspicion, so i’ll let you be the big koi
but three stacks in my pocket turn me to big boi
bein’ frank, benny never could’ve filled the void
[pre*chorus]
used to drink a lot of syrup ‘cause it felt good
tryin’ not to put my brains on the hardwood

[chorus]
w*w*when you a snapchat plug, you get paranoid
everything you built could be smashed by an asteroid
girlie, i’m not tryna meet your friends or your new boy
everybody fake now, spin on you like the voice

[verse 3]
i know that you on your ass, watchin’ me gettin’ it
i know that you on your ass, you be watchin’ freshandfit
y’all gon’ take advice from internet misogynists
cut ya podcast in half, king solomon
matter of fact, let’s be done with all the commentary
say another word, i’ll put you in obituaries
touch my baby, i’mma dump you in the tributary
nature took its course, you flowin’ to the estuary
fish food never gets to go to cemeteries
i’mma tell you like i learned this sh*t in seminary
sharpie cross on my knife, and i hail mary
i’m the hottest motherf*cker born in january
age of aquarius, i take your god and bury him
judgment really never gonna reach us, so we devilish
i’m the real pope, what the f*ck’s up with the catholics?
picked the number seven out the bin, so i’m heaven sent
back when was 14, i was not a hooligan
did the math a couple times and then i found out who i is
21, i think i’m finally cool with who i’m coolin’ with
ain’t a metaphor, on the court, we be shootin’ it
even when the h went to a f, they still shootin’ it
robyn fenty in a bag, what is he gon’ do with this?
we ain’t got no empathy, he hit the nod? hilarious
you can keep the white, i want the green pack, d’squarius
[pre*chorus]
used to drink a lot of syrup ‘cause it felt good
tryin’ not to put my brains on the hardwood

[refrain]
had to get it on the west side, woadie
i been grindin’ on the west side, woadie
had to get it on the west side, woadie
i been grindin’ on the west side, woadie

[refrain]
had to get it on the west side, woadie (used to drink a lot of syrup ‘cause it felt good)
i been grindin’ on the west side, woadie
had to get it on the west side, woadie (tryin’ not to put my brains on the hardwood)
i been grindin’ on the west side, woadie

- pope cyrus vii lyrics

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