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debit - sbcltr lyrics

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[verse 1: yøs}
i’m allergic to b*tch
i’ll ask you get out my face and be quick
lost in my thoughts like i’m schizophrenic
i’m seeing visions of you in a ditch
do not compete where you do not compare

you against me man that’s not even fair
we not playing games boy like sp*ce invaders
you running away till your lungs out of air
but run up on me you’ll catch 2 in your, wait

i am not to blame
you go down in shame
i’ll go down in fame
i just do my thing, yah
make you feel the pain
i’m the chosen one
kicking out the flame
call me liu kang

bop to the top
got your life on my stopwatch
counting down your days
on your grave i will pop lock
just drop it
cause i’m in the office
i’m calling the shots
and it’s obvious
that you’ll be a carcass
‘fore you reach the top

i’m getting paid
the days of hard work going to waste
will now be going away
you better gimme my praise
cause i’ll be saving the game
i set the track up ablaze
and put the world on a wave
i’m global warming today

no more mister nice guy, that’s a nice try
but i let the shots fly in the night sky
i spy with my lil eye, you’re a dead guy
i tried let you run hide now you must die

[hook: boe]
taking my work and then claiming the credit
you know where you’re headed
(know where you’re headed)

after you pay me just do me a favor
and find you an exit
(bye bye lil b*tch)

my work is no joke
these n*ggas want smoke
they claim that they k!llers
they not even woke
i’m not digging this vibe
so just do me a favor quit wasting my time

[verse 2: simon]
b*tch i pay debit
don’t need no cash or no credit
don’t need to grind for my stacks i inherit
commas on commas these b*tches can’t bear it
talk all that sh*t you’ll be catchin this barrett

versace versace versace versace
i pull up, your b*tch in the purple bugatti
get head on the reg she be callin me papi
my name in the books right on top king o’ mali

can i go f*ck on yo b*tch
can she come suck on my d*ck
in a minute, i’ll hit then quit to f*ck up yo sh*t
i think you missed
i think you missin the feelin of diamonds surroundin yo wrist
insecure b*tch
f*ck out the whip throw a fit
when designer can’t cover yo sh*t
listen real quick
listen real quick while i spit out this

essay with the red face
how much i hate
eses with the ak
for the clout chase
fake dates
for your mixtapes
did they get paid?
10k on your soundcloud
man them bots g*y
whoa

your head look small from the top of this roof
cash in my hands made my fingers turn blue
talk about grindin to look out this view?
least i can see it, dont know about you

- sbcltr lyrics

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