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ca$hcypher - sovcious lyrics

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tre:
heard these dirty b*tches steady coming fa the head b*tches
booked another flight, my bars be flying over heads b*tches
this that donnatella, trendsetter, i’m ahead b*tches
bust another shot, you and your minions gon be dead b*tches
all these b*tches envy me
i make the title, press release
and i be on they mind, i’m in the forefront like a centerpiece
all these b*tches raps sound like another b*tch, the talent really gut wrench
tre da virgin, never did and still won’t give a f*ck b*tch
quick to shoot a rap b*tch on site if she get comfortable touching my bands
b*tches be thinking they top of the notch, but washed like soap that’s inside of my hands
b*tch whenever i move, these n*ggas gon play to my tune like conducting a band
these b*tches know i’m a starra, i see you tomorrow, these mad hoes really my fans
swear that i’ll get any opp b*tch touched respectfully
i never let y’all b*tches pass so why the f*ck y’all testing me
is it because y’all n*ggas tryna cuff like they arresting me
or is it cus y’all b*tches teamed up and wasn’t yea besting me
nenepesos:
see dis dat pretty b*tch payments
pretty b*tch arrangements
don’t f*ck wit me we get to sprayin
my pretty b*tches be dangerous
pink bullets get to aimin
yo n*gga said im his favorite
cuz i’m the reason that yo n*gg breathin
i’m the reason that yo n*gga producing the s*m*n
when he f*ckin u b*tch i’m the one that he be thinkin
don’t get it confused that n*gga hit me every season pretty b*tch sh*t

vcious:
why you b*tches just so jaundiced, my n*gga keep a graham, like his name was adonis
only type of checks thats comin is o’s & them commas , we elite hoes. them b*tches play for pop warner . but if i pop the glock please do not warn her
i just took a deal to sing como la flor, i’m a hood b*tch i just popped a pimple catch me onna network eatin them pintos
up inna hills tryna get shots like a bimbo . only like blue dudes guess the blood ain’t get a clue , n*ggas all in my face bout to feed his ass a pear. keep like 10 chanel bags all up in the f*ckin leer, b*tches needed a cosign, crumbl ain’t pay

mariko:
b*tch where mari? still f*ck these b*tches futanari when pop out b*tches got static
when i gun for em b*tches just vanish
don’t pannick
b*tches look manic, b*tches need a throne why? y’all nighas ain’t that guy
u rap b*tches really just tragic tryna diss me off a ho flow tryna come for me bobos and a big nose tryna diss me looking like a bronco imma bad ass b*tch take a seat ho
still slicing you b*tches kimbo infanticide ligament ligament genocide
ohhh put these b*tches in a washer
go get my tide ho

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