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tension - rural internet lyrics

[intro]
ok, ok you wanna talk sh*t? i’m flattered n*gga. did i make my own sh*t n*gga? you questioning my craft n*gga? oh, ok, ok b*tch i got something for your ass n*gga, i f*ck your b*tch n*gga. maybe i did, maybe i didn’t n*gga, maybe we’ll never know motherf*cker. hmm [?] yeah, you a b*tch n*gga too. f*ck that n*gga motherf*cker, can’t f*ck with my sh*t [?] cross that line though, cross that line n*gga, don’t do it, please don’t do it. cross that f*cking line your b*tch ass don’t do it, watch n*gga i ain’t playin’ with you

[verse 1: zombae]
baggin’ both hands like i’m brian pomper
ima have to shoot him i ain’t got a jumper
okay so you know i had to bring the thunder
and the uzi remix you like it’s oh wonder
like (ooh, ooh, ooh)
she ain’t gon’ get over it
ima have to go and make him lean and put the shoulder in
aladdin, i’m poor, but they all lookin’ like a sultan and
it cold like minnesota think your nose got h*lla snow up in it
that’s the spot
and i’m looking for some girls that ain’t got no tw*ts
need a b*tch to rise my horse like lancelot
f*ck the rosie bend it over she joan of arc
[?]

[chorus: zombae]
tension
you can feel it in your bones, b*tch
tension
when you need to let it go, n*gga
tension
you best open up your door
know your ass is gonna drop
when it gets hit to the floor
tension
n*gga move like you gon’ die
tension
best not be disinvolved
yeah, tension
you best knock out your false eye
tension
this is my sp*ce and my time
[verse 3: charlotte crosby]
ayy
i be cleaning sh*t up because i am the maid
he won’t talk to me nice so he gets the blade
i don’t give a f*ck about no beef
and i don’t care about no feud
but when i see you in the streets
all you f*ckers do is abuse
i am tactical as sh*t
that’s what a maid has got to do
i’ve been sniping at the gods
you’re picking low hanging fruit
there’s blood on the dancefloor
a panic at the disco
there’s gone be some fallout boy
when i get your info
hit you with the k it be silent like a knife
when i’m on the track they scream for their life
there ain’t no light at the end of his tunnel
boutta to crash the ride, but it’s his belt to buckle
say you’re mad at me but that’s your bag to fumble
try to make a play but your not that subtle (you’re not that subtle, you’re not that subtle, you’re not that subtle, you’re not that subtle)
giving the rich new holes like the ozone layer
ima have my reign in blood i’m like slayer
i got an automated clip like my producer
and i would shoot that dude because he is a groomer
i’m smoking on that loud like a rich rubin master
i’m with crash blossoms clique and we contribute to disaster
ima make you disappear w.d. gaster
whatever you can do we do it just faster
[verse 4: ilysm]
ayy
if you say “another day another dollar” i will rob you
i was walkin’ past american eagle and caught you
i caught you? your racks ain’t let you do what you want to?
even if you was my f*ckin’ child i would drop you
d*mn, i just sold your tracks and made a f*ckin’ rack ho
big strap got me doin’ max payne slo*mo
they glass half full i’ll make ‘em cry over spilled milk
i clipped brodie twice i let that cartridge tilt
sh*t i lost my wallet, brodie hand over yours
i got three boys posed up like jack*o on the floor
when i walk up in this b*tch the don’t f*ck with you no more?
brodie say i’m pushin’ it? can’t match my numbers on the boards? (oh yeah)
i don’t f*ck with b*tchin’ on a track (oh yeah)
i only talk that sh*t that get me racks (oh yeah)
all my shooters wearing sweaters made of cashmere
i ain’t workin’ retail but brodie put that cash here
this is like

[outro: zombae]
tension, tension, tension, tension, tension, tension, tension, tension, tension, tension, tension, tension, tension, tension

- rural internet lyrics

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