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absurd (remix) - scimmy lyrics

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(intro)

produced by toby, hehehehe..

(hook * scimmy)

okay, like

one, two, three, got a b*tch on me
and she gettin’ her face all up in my *censored*, absurd!
took a blunt to the face, so tell me what the word
rooftop been cut out, the benz with the bird

don’t give a f*ck what you heard, b*tch
i’m gettin’ my bag and i know that for certain
your heart been breakin’, i know that it’s hurtin’
now she want a story, a whole different version

(verses * scimmy)

i rock out like i’m led zeppelin
boy think he sick and that we’d get your medicine
i got thе tommy with me, ain’t no edison
this b*tch is wild off and feenin’ some hennеssey, hennessey

if you got problems with jevy
we can make it blow, baby, made of confetti
pump baby like carti, i don’t think that he ready
black twink gettin’ head in a ’92 chevy (woo)
na na na, i can make her sing like an opera
they see me outside, they be lockin’ up
big f*150, a tonka truck

i got, two bad ones, where are they from?
born to be choosey, i cannot pick one
back on my bullsh*t, i love it when it go like (hrra pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa)

meet me in the mosh pit, aw sh*t
the boss is on top, i love it when she is toxic
aim at your noggin, blast off like rocket
back and forth rockin’ with my dogs barkin’

you not allowed in my circle, it’s blockin’
couldn’t stay long like you ain’t paid for parkin’
typin’ your beef and it look like you bloggin’
i’m blockin’ you right from the jump like tim junkin

end of discussion
i don’t like talkin’ so stop with the fussin’
double the stack at casinos in dublin
i know what you like but i don’t make assumptions

he said, “i know!” so get it right, now
(?) up girl, b*tch, you better pipe down
money count up like a carton of byte sounds
(brrt brrt) it sounds like that
(hook * scimmy)

okay, like

one, two, three, got a b*tch on me
and she gettin’ her face all up in my *censored*, absurd!
took a blunt to the face, so tell me what the word
rooftop been cut out, the benz with the bird

don’t give a f*ck what you heard, b*tch
i’m gettin’ my bag and i know that for certain
your heart been breakin’, i know that it’s hurtin’
now she want a story, a whole different version

(verses 2 * teego)

okay, okay, okay, like

word! f*ck who you came with, f*ck what ya heard!
f*ck what you claim, b*tch, go absurd!
tryna run the place but this is my turf!
got some boy, dimeless, givin’ you the word

there more stars on the roof than the cash cab
runnin’ round with a ghost, i feel like pac*man
whip got a wing like it’s batman
two bad b*tches makin’ movies on the dashcam
hey!

go absurd, i’m switchin’ lanes
i jump the curb, no gta
mix a perk with that koolaid
flip you the bird then go my way!

got a b*tch on her toes like it was double*dutch
i’m in the back of the cut, i got a double cup
now that’s simple, a hoe, she tryna cuddle up
so i said, “blow it ’till it’s on your face like bubble gum.” (haaah)

like some bubble gum (haaah)
like some bubble gum (haaah)
like some bubble gum
so i said, “blow it ’till it’s on your face like bubble gum.” (haaah)

like some bubble gum (haaah)
like some bubble gum (haaah)
like some bubble gum
so i said, “blow it ’till it’s on your face like bubble gum.” (on your face like bubble gum, it’s on your face like bubble gum)

- scimmy lyrics

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