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average civilian - yung zyrex lyrics

[intro]
aye ha
b*tch
what’s good with y’all young boys
aye, b*tch aye b*tch aye b*tch, b*tch, b*tch

[hook]
got 22 left in this 50 round drum
you wear the same fits lil boy you a bum
i’m not cuban but i’m sipping this rum
pop a p*ssy n*gga like some bubblegum
extendo clip and it’s long as a building
i’m tryna get rich i’m tryna make a million
bad b*tch think she was brazilian
i’m the chosen one not you’re average civilian
i got a glock with a stick and it came with a d*ck, with a 30 round clip i stuff it in my pocket
223’s backseat with bad b*tches, not from houston but i got them rockets
i don’t f*ck around with your energy lil b*tch i don’t love you i’m focused on profits
i don’t f*ck around with my energy lil b*tch i don’t love you i love economics

[verse 1]
i could be your favorite soda still wouldn’t pop me
if you were a stop sign you still wouldn’t stop me
bad b*tch suck my d*ck and she sloppy
duplicate these bands, i call that a copy
not a cameraman, i got the clip
not a poet man this sh*t off the rip
i’m not a chip, but i gotta dip
i’m a real n*gga, not blood or a crip

[verse 2]
choppa with a beam i aim it at your tummy
murder a n*gga wrap him like a mummy
lil b*tch c’mere you’re boyfriend is bummy
i’m sucking them toes, godd*mn they yummy
i shoot that n*gga till he take his last breath
i shoot at that n*gga till he bleeds to death
i’m balling too hard, it’s a foul call the ref
are you hearing these bars my g are you deaf?
i’m spitting this heat like i live in miami
i’m spitting this heat you can call me a dragon
i rap for fun, i don’t need a grammy
i’ll tackle a n*gga like i play madden
i keep them poles on me just like a stripper
you making money, i make money quicker
my last b*tch was thicc but new b*tch is thicker
that b*tch she stuck to me just like a sticker

- yung zyrex lyrics

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