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tokyo - puppetflip lyrics

[verse 1]
i bring your b*tch to tokyo
opps wanna go, but they ain’t know that i’m totin’ though
askin’ the baddie to drop it low and low
askin’ where i’ve been, that’s on a know*to*know
got the iron, then i’ll go door to door
’cause this stick? yeah, it’ll go dududu
yeah, i got the one, two and the r thirty four driftin’ like i’m ballin’
“falling” was a god d*mn miss
voters just praised dog p*ss, think i just saw dex and ian kiss
now back to the plot, all my opps get shot
all the girlies think i’m hot, but just ‘lax
your bars just got printed in god d*mn fax
got some bands, like a hundred stacks
and the girlies comin’ in with their racks
turn around so we can get some backs
call me garou the way i’m a hunter
girlie want it? i won’t front her
i ain’t no servant like f*ckin’ gunter
f*ckin’ with me? yeah, you just blundered
better move on ‘fore you get sundered
’cause you know that your days are numbered
got the iron, now i’m painting in a color
you know i’m a f*ckin’ culler
now i’m reppin’ on the beat, b*tches got 20 on me
she got my phone buzzin’ like a bee
i’m in a rush, so i’m done in three
hittin’ backshots like i’m mccree
[verse 2]
yeah, i got dead shot, yeah, you get headshot
takin’ my cut and messin’ up her gut
wanna go? yeah, you done outta luck
when they lose, “what the f*ck?”
watch me with a b*tch like a cuck
yeah b*tch, i ain’t hard stuck, yeah, i’m on that dump truck
finna go suck, suck, opps finna duck, duck
yeah, i’m on another level, on this plain i revel
all my opps, they dishevel, cook ’em up like a breville
on that juana silly and i make a couple milli’
yeah, this beat ain’t leave you chilly, drop some heat, oh really?
rapper from the ‘burbs, smokin’ on some preem herbs
yeah, i’m just supreme, you heard? find an opp on the curb
speed it up, tokyo, yeah, i’m totin’ though
insert a token though, speed it up, tokyo
speed it up, tokyo, yeah, i’m just different, hoe
speed it up, speed it up, just feelin’ up her cup
bring the left, right, good night
it’s on sight, high as a kite
you finna see the light, ‘fore i’m always right
wheelie on the bike, i know just what she like
yeah, i’m fire on the mic, but i’m in the rx9
with her every night, it’s wine and dine
yeah, your girlie, she be fine
but she gotta wait in line, one of a kind
i request her mind, would you be so kind?
f*ck your b*tch, load a clip
money, i be stayin’ rich
yeah, this sh*t chemo, findin’ hits like nemo
winnin’ like it’s freelo, yeah, i’m heat like ceelo
you cannot appeal though, stuck in here with me, hoe
2024, and i’m bustin’ on the floor
and i’m keepin’ up the flow, keepin’ shooters in your store
and kickin’ down the door, welcome to the game
where each song is flame, i’ma steal your dame, b*tch

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