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​my brudda make donuts he cookin dozens - ​prodpulsar lyrics

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swerving in a h*llcat, i don’t know how fast
got a fine b*tch, she wanna fly first class
tryna go to mars, but i ain’t see the forecast
i ain’t know sh*t, i feel like an outcast
i got blue b*lls from this mysterious b*tch
i told my bro: “this a devious witch”
“pick up the phone hoe”, i’m asking her: “which one?”
my money in the bank, it prolly weigh ten tons
my brudda make donuts, he cookin dozens
my car, it got twenty four handguns
to all my opps: its the end of you
i came to your hideout and stole all your shoes
boy tie your laces, those jawns is loose
smoking that good pack, i know you smell that
i rocked your sh*t, i know you felt that
did it feel good though, i don’t know
racing your car and your sh*t slow
you too scared to fight me, you is a hoe
leave your brains flat as sh*t like it’s dough
i got big arms, she got big tits
i hate you crackers, i ain’t talking bout ritz
lil gen alpha say w rizz
real gen z don’t speak no rap cap
you a lil p*ssy, all you do is fap*fap
in my 2 pockets i keep 2 strap*straps
that b*tch tryna fool you don’t fall for the trap
n*ggas think i’m white, all they do is yap
injecting these needles, my veins are a map
[outro: pulsar, alex jones & kanye west]
they’re a map, f*ck
i’m gonna interrupt you*
no, no, no, no, hold on alex, don’t interrupt me

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