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whatever ! - ruzlxn lyrics

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[intro]
okay, que*, queue the throat clear, ugh*umm
aha, okay, that’s pretty good
b*tch, it’s anarchof*ckhead! (kasumi!)
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[pre*chorus]
there ain’t no shepherds, i feel like a leper
watch where you step ’cause i got a lil’ temper
b*tch, i feel like a charmander, hit ’em with ember
b*tch, i do what i want, b*tch, i’m doing whatever
[chorus]
yeah yo’ b*tch talk too much, tell that hoe to pipe down
step in, touch me, trap, lookin’ like it’s smack down
’cause i live rent free in yo’ head when i show out
b*tch, i’m da’ boss, i’m a king of this sh*t, no doubt
anarchof*ckhead, i keep a dirty blade tucked
ovеr lookin’ yo’ life and you might just get plucked
b*tch, i feel likе i’m beerus when i self destruct
sick and tired of everything when i give no f*cks

[verse 1]
beat the beat up ’til it make no sense
i just want this bag, i don’t want no friends
i don’t pop perc 10’s, i don’t pop no fent’
i’ma light a b*tch up if he actin’ dense
people think they know me, but they don’t know sh*t
got bpd, my mind on split
don’t show me love, hop in my pit
i talk my sh*t, i pop like zit

[verse 2]
i be out breakin’ her back, i break that sh*t like a pencil
i’ma go paint on her face, need no stencil
beat up the p*ssy, i might just beat up the kitty cat
all these rappers are pretty wack, might just carry you, piggy back
want my homage so gimme ‘dat, givin’ l’s, never takin’ back
b*tch, i’m cookin’ like breaking bad, b*tch, i really be in the bag
motherf*ckers they down bad, smoke you like loud pack
couldn’t give a f*ck about yo’ life, grab a toe tag
[verse 3]
when i talk big bucks i’m not talking heyday
walk in this b*tch, man, i’m walkin’ like mayday
double dutch, i f*ck his b*tch when it’s payday
this a lil’ freestyle, i feel like i’m hades
don’t try to play me, i’ll make you look goofy
you hang around me just to get with the groupies
watch what you say if that sh*t out of pocket
i’m grabbin’ my still lil’ b*tch then i’m c*ckin’ it

[pre*chorus]
there ain’t no shepherds, i feel like a leper
watch where you step ’cause i got a lil’ temper
b*tch, i feel like a charmander, hit ’em with ember
b*tch, i do what i want, b*tch, i’m doing whatever

[chorus]
yeah yo’ b*tch talk too much, tell that hoe to pipe down
step in, touch me, trap, lookin’ like it’s smack down
’cause i live rent free in yo’ head when i show out
b*tch, i’m da’ boss, i’m a king of this sh*t, no doubt
anarchof*ckhead, i keep a dirty blade tucked
over lookin’ yo’ life and you might just get plucked
b*tch, i feel like i’m beerus when i self destruct
sick and tired of everything when i give no f*cks
[outro]
there ain’t no shepherds, i feel like a leper
watch where you step ’cause i got a lil’ temper
b*tch, i feel like a charmander, hit ’em with ember
b*tch, i do what i want, b*tch, i’m doing whatever

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