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game shows - sa vich lyrics

[intro: sa vich]
it feels good to be back
you didn’t reply to the last one which is pretty bad
so let’s see if you can do better after this one
oh, it feels good
but you’re not going to feel so good after this

[verse 1: sa vich]
oh, danial, you’re a b*tch, but i didn’t think you were lazy
your bro’s weight, crazy
act sweet like a daisy
i knock you out, vision hazy
your vision’s sh*t like your tactic
i shoot you to sp*ce, galactic
there’s more to come, it’s climatic
i make you sick, chiro*practic
didactic
i’m blessing this beat with bars
while you’re dad’s driving his cars
shoot a missile on me, just some scars
but a missile on you, you fly to mars
you won’t be no superstar
cause i’ll smash your head with your guitar
i’ma feed you to the jaguars
and save all that sh*t in a memoir
lost your airpods, f*cking dope
take a shower, let me give you soap
to see your d*ck, need a microscope
let me state that in an envelope
[chorus: sa vich]
acting desperate with all them older hoes
we’re doing major things but it’s a minor though
i’ma make you cry like when you stub your toe
get humiliated like in those game shows

[verse 2: sa vich]
it’s not like it happened once
you’ve always been a little nonce
didn’t reply, it’s been 4 months
you’re just a little c*nt
fries for lunch
you suck so much
get punched
we got the whole d*mn bunch
i dare you jump
oh, you didn’t wanna jump?
well, look, now you’re f*cked
murder
i’m coming at you with murder
you got no stamina, i eat you like a burger
if the floor is lava, you are a flame
growing up in your house is a pain
i ain’t doing diss tracks for fame
i just want your name to be in vain
and after this, your name gonna be in vain
[interlude: ali p]
c*nt
you’re a c*nt, just saying

[verse 3: ali p]
if you aren’t gonna shoot your shot at big v, let the b*tch know i’m coming
cause i got the funding
klu klux b*tch, i’m pumping
start swinging my arms, confronting
start shooting my gun, i’m hunting
when my gang’s in charge don’t trust me
have your family ready, i’m coming
these b*tches come, then they running
sh*t gunning
now i start to slow the flow
took a hit at your mom, cause she a ho
if you heard that ali caught an l
it stands for lube*f*g*go*to*h*ll
there are some shooters wanting money
so i took like a quarter from the shelf
i spent 100 on my mom, then i spent 150 on myself
ak, i sprint it like a k!ller
and these rangers getting fitter
but you know that i am fitter
getting fitter
take an l
go to h*ll
[chorus: ali p]
acting desperate with all them older hoes
we’re doing major things but it’s a minor though
i’ma make you cry like when you stub your toe
get humiliated like in those game shows

[verse 4: ali p]
run up on him while hiding, f*ck it
pull up your pants, don’t tuck it
f*ck it
f*g, got dirt on my name so f*ck it
bro fattest in your family, f*ck it
run up on him while hiding, f*ck it
pull up your pants, don’t tuck it
f*ck it
f*g, got dirt on my name so f*ck it
bro fattest in your family, aah aah
in the last track, i was spitting all british
you are number one on my hitlist
must be the same old you in the dinner hall, while you were sipping on my juice and my biscuits
i’m from a place where we don’t need a witness
tell your dad that business is business
had all the weight, f*cked a b*tch from the fitness
suck my d*ck, like some leeches
sad truth is, your best friends are teachers
f*cked a b*tch hard, *n*l, it’s the peaches
you’re religious so let me answer your preachers
we almost got you on this track as a feature
the only reason we added you back to the chat
is so we could insult your bro being fat
we do all this sh*t, we just don’t brag
you in a forest, i’ma murder you in a bag

- sa vich lyrics

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