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the town cypher 2023 - townveria lyrics

[intro: dkt]
think fast, talking sh*t online so we send his ass to limbo
more cash, had to up my bag had to turn that sh*t akimbo
in my bag now, my b*tch from moscow
gettin’ racks now, just like a cash cow
i’m in a tonka, baby come show me love
real cowboys, we out in texas
i’m in a tonka, baby come show me love
haters tryna talk but they speechless

[verse 1: trend]
chiefing melon and that sh*t luxuriously loud
hoppin’ off the top we rock too hard, you know we draw a crowd
we stay jelqing, now the whole group strapped and f*ckin’ well endowed
my room painted purple and i’m floatin’ through all of these clouds
experimental sh*t, yeah we thought of every flow
shout out all my twizzies (ding!), b*tch we jump out at the show
would it be a trendy verse if i didn’t mention dough
and i’m movin’ h*lla slow

if you’ve got a loaf of raisin bread, call molly the dog
if you f*ckin’ with the town,
if you lookin’ for us next summer, catch the group in prague

[verse 2: two stroke boogz]
they askin’ who i’m wearin’, i say prada
they wearin’ nada
b*tches yappin’, don’t get loud with me
is your name zaza?
f*ckin’ hoes, grabbin’ for my goods like a piñata
spread her legs, open sesame like ali baba
shoot you like i’m cupid, 50/50 chance i’m nice
load some bullets in this k and then i spray and pop you twice
i catch rats talking sh*t?
i’ll throw hands, you know i’m a threat
you thought this verse was hard?
just the slow part, ain’t seen nothin’ yet
i’m rippin’ this flow
put down the pen for a sec and the bars, they are hittin’ me slow
surrounded by dough
been runnin’ the game for a while and i know that this sh*t gon’ grow
pass me the lean, flip in some wock, take a sip
the lights are getting real low
heat after heat after heat, that’s when you know
that’s how this cypher gon’ go
[verse 3: dkt]
glock 45 and i keep it tucked
bb my jeans and the wrist iced up (yuh, yuh, yuh)
your girl on my live, and she tryna pull up
yuh, yuh
hoes on my d*ck while i somnambulate (yuh)
f*ck her in mich, and she wet like great lake (yuh, yuh, yuh)
sn*tching his chain it’s so easy could bake
got diamonds on me but don’t touch me, they fake (yeah)
mag*7, these 808s send them to heaven (yeah)
prada steppin’, crackin’ the vault, ocean’s eleven (facts!)
call me a rat the way i get this cheddar
fit is all black, made of leather (yeah)
bust down my wrist, mohair sweater
whippin’ h*llcats, seats is leather (yeah)
f*ck your girl, i do it better
horseshoes on my f*ckin’ sweater (on my sweater)
ricky o, i wear it better (i wear it better)

[verse 4: blum]
mac on zander’s d*ck, he bobbin’ up and down
up and down all night
you know that sh*t tight
tight, tight, tight, tight
watermelon bong we rippin’, p*n*s envy got us trippin’
pibb pack got me sippin’, sippin’, eric the plug got that foreign
smokin’ that blue blue, blueberry apple fume
mac just took a blue chew, dragon’s lair, time to goon
group fund got that funny money, gimme that funny gummy
climbin’, climbin’, like a monkey
monkey, monkey, monkey, monkey
mac on zander’s d*ck, he bobbin’ up and down, up and down
up and down all night
you know that sh*t tight
up and down all night
you know that sh*t tight
up and down all night
you know that sh*t tight
tight, tight, tight, tight, tight, tight
[verse 5: icydog]
(i know exactly where you are)
here a year late, this summer’s not in langford
spittin’ on the mic so listen up to my words
split’s back in town but now i miss haven
sittin’ here happy that i never gave in
i’m in the stu but it’s not for the cubes
up in the late night i’m feeling confused
really just tired i wanna hit snooze
seeing sunrise got me feeling aloof
i got new shoes, new bruises, no use, just defuse it
not confused, i’m okay, don’t accuse, don’t rotate
real eyes realize, i’m not sorry ’bout it
yup thanks, your girl wanna get it
oh wow, givin’ woo doggy
gimme dat, then she get sloppy
give me a corpse, i’m back on the cypher
can’t break me like you break my tripwires
got a real big gun and a real quick finger
i’m whippin’ out the odin, not one for the stinger
mola mola, i’m in hot water
comin’ toward the surface to get some sun
pushin’ my site, it’s lambs to the slaughter
one versus five, but i’ve already won

[verse 6: brucethagod]
i’m havin’ sushi brunch at buffet palace
chrome heart rings on my hands, livin’ lavish
coochie munchin’ all these b*tches’ asses
smoke that cig, use her mouth for the ashes
all these checks, hunnid bands imma cash it
brands wantin’ me ’cause they know i got the fashion
run it back on the court, lights, camera, flashes (watch your eyes!)
pop two more heads, i ain’t ever out of dashes
p*p*pass it (pass it), pass it (pass it)
i ain’t high yet, pass it (b*tch)
pass it (f*ck), pass it (sh*t)
imma make her my b*tch (b*tch)
macmania bumpin’ we don’t let ’em sleep
my turret gon’ catch when they creep
we playin’ for picks, don’t give her a peek
a 10 on my d*ck is what i gon’ seek (pop it!)
prada store trip got yeat on repeat
step on the pedal with ricks on my feet
mobbin’ with spog with will on the beat
got mac in the jeep but he don’t need a seat
got papa’s iced tea that i sip on the rocks
climbin’ up sniffin’ some white off the rocks
got german girls lined all up on my block
got a london b*tch f*ckin’ all up on my c*ck
(flawless!)
[verse 7: big a]
i’m in a prius, baby come show me ass
this gas mileage is s*xier than a scat pack
i’m in a prius, baby come show me ass
this hatchback make you wanna dance
pull up, get slept
we be doin’ business
my chain keepin’ my temp down from all this d*mn sickness
pull up, get slept
yo’ b*tch want my neck
imma pull every hoe with some finesse
pull up, get slept
we know how to smoke
spend mo’ than a minute with her, now i own her throat
chillin’ with my boys
full degen, with some class
chillin’ with my boys
we listen to yachty like it’s mass
(lakeway rogue!)

[verse 8: knapp]
just got diamonds dancin’
out here reppin’ texas
yeah, they don’t expect this
i’m rockin’ out a show (show)
my b*tch drive a lexus, texas, woah (woah)
i be in the club i’m tryna f*ck, i got a b*n*r
call me devin booker, my d*ck hot like arizona
i facef*ck her makeup up and now she need some toner
bad b*tch a loner but now she with me (yeah)
bad b*tch a star, she get everything free
now i’m livin’ my life, just how i wanted it
everything i do and say, keep me on a track to a mil
frog*eyed bentley, blastin’ music, rollin’ thru the vil
all my music timeless just from doin’ what i feel
yeah, for real

[verse 9: plumyum]
i drive a big daddy boot daddy truck
step in the gumhole, your ass might get stuck
i’ve been through strumhole and gumhole and bumhole
you take the tag off of the bucket, you’re f*cked (get over here!)
at papa’s the nachos are fun
or maybe they’re happy, i don’t know which one
group start the fund and we buy the group gun
i need a breakfast while i’m on the run
one breakfast on the run
pass me the orange sauce
i’m with the death generator and when we pull up
yeah, we gettin’ crossed
i wake up with adderall, i’m washing it down
yeah, with the nos
i took one hit of the milk bong and man, i think i’m lost (finish him!)
shoutout jawline shawn
stayin’ up past dawn
stay up all night long
and my brain is gone
with townveria, and we made a song
i love every song, why not sing along?

[verse 10: spog]
feelin’ like i’m connor brooke in 2021
got these b*tches on my d, i think i f*ckin’ won
fl!ck me up, i’m lookin’ good
oh, i’m feelin’ nice
lookin’ at my hands, my chrome be shining in the lights
he in old ripped jeans, blank hoodie, he lookin’ like a bum (oh)
she be wearin’ saint laurent that yves black opium
let me save you, babe
that man, he don’t know what to do
quite frankly i don’t think he knows how to handle you
how about a quid pro quo?
you could scratch my back, i’ll scratch yours
if you get what i’m sayin’
i could picture me and you layin’
you’ll be playin’, f*ck that noise
must be driving you crazy
he be buzzing, floating around
while me and you loving all around town

[verse 11: mwe]
(ok is the hardest, i swear to god)

f*ckin’ on your girl, yeah i gave her a makeover

huh, nothin’ motherf*cker, yeah that’s true
yeah, we back in 2023
boutta up my pedigree

i’m trading all these blows while i’m f*ckin’ on their hoes, yeah
keep you on your toes, yeah
keep you on your toes, yeah
and there’s a wraith outside and it’s brand new
there’s some lames outside, yeah that’s you

your girl’s my main squeeze
f*cked her on the main stage
yeah, that’s a mayday
yeah, that’s a mayday
yeah, that’s a mayday
yeah, that’s a mayday
yeah

[outro: mwe]
(and it’s brand new)
(yeah, that’s you)
(and it’s brand new)
(yeah, that’s you)

- townveria lyrics

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