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17 - trump rally - pseudodemonio lyrics

update the drip by the season call it evolution
i don’t g*ngb*ng but i know bullies and they h*lla ruthless
like this b*tch in training call me hiccup she gon’ blow me toothless
blew off a runt in the sky see my city moving

cross the street wearing j’s call it j walking
making dough off the clock i’m just cake*talking
in the deep call it subnautica i’m reef stalking
out in wy, trynna make a play i’m just restocking

in a wealthy tee off wealthy street shooting southwest
hit the same day f*ck a night did you get head yet?
real sh*t talker when you talk i’m not impressed
sticking to the plan ima blow like a semtex

real road runner i’ma spin till i gеt dizzy
drop a 47 andre you can’t f*ck with me
trynna call yo b*tch man i’d stop cause shе is busy
dre with the k if he hit keep him named drizzy

i ain’t tucking sh*t do this look like it got a collar
white tee with the white beater got me looking frosted
blew me out the d*mn park f*ck some lil water
smoking real packs if it’s death i’ma forge the will
life a polygraph if you true i’ma keep it real
still don’t g*ngb*ng but doug with me and he’ll say it keals
xay be a demon but he chilling when he off them pills
trynna say you scam cut that out you are employed
everything great when you’re looking through my viewpoint
you don’t know work, man i’m in here twisting two doinks
froze off that sh*t got me chillin’ with the asteroids

catch seven shots leave him red like he elmo
she asks for some money ain’t no maybe that’s a h*ll no
talking about you boomin’ boy you dryer than some elbows
say that you’re the plug but you’re yet to make a sell no?

sh*t
i wake up for these riches
17*1 check the stats i’m up on b*tches
level up with me, oh you can’t go wash them dishes
threw him in the trunk then bell isle he not fishing

sh*t
she blow me like she from band class
how the f*ck i got more plays than you while i’m on bandlabs
you ain’t got no fans so no money know you taz mad
like ya momma face i make it rain out of two bags

sh*t
just talking while i’m in the booth
b*tches in my face ain’t no time schedule you a zoom
heard you dropped a tape did it hit?
get back in the stu
matter fact just don’t cause it won’t sell man except the truth
phew, she on her stomach like the trump rally
you poor from your pops godd*mn call you mcnally
slide then again moving hot through these back alleys
this sh*t got a kick off 4*chan cause i’m phone jacking

- pseudodemonio lyrics

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