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similar outcomes - scraps (@originalplaguedoctor) lyrics

[verse]
oh you lacking sk!ll? that’s a shame, get to work kid
oh you couldn’t get them good grades? get to twerking
oh you wanna fall in love? baby it ain’t worth it
patching up a couple tracks with band*aids, i’m nursing
kinda like an affliction warlock, i’ve been cursing
sh*t, f*ck, p*ss on another beat i’m slurring
because of the bottle that i was drinking this morning
i’d honestly be even worse off if i was touring
you want me back after what you did? get to whoring
i set up the goal, take a shot, get to scoring
abhorrent how i got the game in a tight yoke
i’m poking the bear with a one foot pole
i’m bold and i got a full load, oh no
my pockets are fat, looking like a big f*cking bull toad
nose snow, made a couplе dollars from it even with addiction
i don’t tell storiеs that are fiction
grandson of pimps, and i don’t really f*ck with simps
gotta find some time to be myself while i’m just running sh*t
sweeter than a honey dip
bunnies in my hunny crib
they like me so much that they bumping all my old sh*t

old garbage, hoes so tardy
can’t tell your age, then you gotta get carded
smelly stinky green weed, who farted?
doomed until i die that’s why i gotta be a artist
i really am the smartest
i’m taking this the farthest
i’m billing everybody that wants me in their apartment
heart sick, cover bodies up with tarps then
hard pen, soft lips, gunning in your district
i’m about to jump, wait and see if i can stick this
i’m risking it all and i’m about to get the biscuit
you can get crunched up like a motherf*cking triscuit
drinks on ice and it’s cold like my wrist is
does he got time for a quickie? iffy
are you gonna throat it like you really f*cking miss me?
body it? six feet? hobbyist? kiss these?
i don’t care about your boyfriend if you dig me
listening to nipsey
hustling for history
i’m down in the dumps, but i’m bagging it like biggie
i’m feeling kinda iggy, ’cause i don’t wanna hear it
pop goes the weasel, onomatopoiea
father, gotta beat up
i don’t mind a c cup
i been on the grind and i done got a lotta re*ups
holler bout the fiat
got a dollar? we drop
poverty and honesty got me on to be something

oh man, he’s living in his head again
oh sh*t, he picked up the pen again
heaven sent, but he’s bound for h*ll
or downtown, i don’t frown unless she tell me no, trick
hoe sh*t always be the coldest, no sh*t
god told us that since the beginning, well, go figure
none of us remember that when we’re upping body counts
i’m a big fan of girls texting me in large amounts

you’re better than me at anything? i highly doubt that
step back, last tat hurt real bad
teeing off on this f*cking beat, no caddie
i asked her should i take the thing out? she said no daddy
no baddie ever gonna f*ck up this pape, nah
she said she crooked but i bet i turn her real straight for a night
roll tight with my nice knife
even if she bad, we can always have a nice night
looking back, hindsight
her ass is in my limelight
time’s running out, give me some better equipment
put me in the studio, ’cause i’m ready to rip sh*t
tear it apart, like a p*ssy that i tame quick
how’d you get my line? i don’t even know your name b*tch
lames get duffed like a ciggy and it’s painless
rain gets rough when it’s dampening my lane
spit’s coming out my mouth and it’s oiling the game, sl!ck

- scraps originalplaguedoctor lyrics

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