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everybody loves raygun - sxmpra lyrics

[verse 1: sxmpra]
b*b*tch [?] motherf*cking mythic these rappers [?] yeah uh get out my way son clip ro*deep anybody wanna say some say some tell that boy to play some [?] motherf*cker get popped by a ray gun [?] ten man deep bunch of motherf*cking creep [?] ima put him six*feet [?] okay yuh dumb mother f*ck give ’bout f*cks to give little b*tch [?] i’m never making it back to that deja f*ck that sh*t
(n*gga what the f*ck is going on b*tch can we shout*out the motherf*ckin’ southern hemisphere can i get a round of applause for lil darkie ladies and gentle*men)

[verse 2: lil darkie]
yeah motherf*cker wanna act real tough
givе a f*ck, ’bout a p*ssy n*gga, do him like (brrt)
end up in a camp for a stick in his hand
like a bush, roll him up, smoke him down likе a blunt
getting real buff, like a body build
wouldn’t really give a single f*ck ’bout how you feel, b*tch
never get full on another meal, all my n*ggas eat we obese, i don’t wanna deal b*tch
they love when i rap, n*gga run that sh*t back
i be runnin’ track, i’m like usain bolt, b*tch
we be getting rich n*gga, makin tracks in the back
why you havin’ fights with the same ol’ b*tch
down bad wishin’ you could do this sh*t
ima bullet how a n*gga goin through this sh*t
breakin’ two of yo ribs, light ’em on fire like a buddhist when i’m rappin’ i ain’t new to this sh*t
been a few years i been spittin’ ima rip it up
i can not f*ck with a b*tch if she ain’t thick enough
coming with the venom when i’m talkin’ about enemies not the frenemy and nothing that you sayin’ offending me
i got the weed back from the rappers’ weak asses
rollin’ up a blunt and i turn them into ashes
know you wanna hit but we just can’t pass it
we been doing it so quick b*tch i think you need glasses (ahahaha, b*tch you know the f*ck going on this that mz to lpc sh*t)
[outro: savage ga$p]
okay, i’m back again rank ten [?] i’m tappin in don’t get to attached to them you crashin out i smash it in this sh*t not on accident [?] out monthly check yo last event and yo parents finished your week i brought all my ratchet friends i just bought yo b*tch chanel she back in her bag again wish had forty k with me told him suck his neck can he say he moved the fancy sh*t the bless the what he mastered in ace he did till he spill drink all my wrist i splash the drip, crash the whip [?] pacifist or antagonist they just adjectives [?] all his rappin sh*t i just had to get back to what i do better than you that’s why i [?] copycats be falling off d*mn that sh*t is sad to see why he not at haunted house probably cause he trashed the meat he not f*cking with my dawg kiss that boy my enemy and then enemy and my enemies my friend i tell him [?]

- sxmpra lyrics

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