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rhombus. - [z6]jimmy. lyrics

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senor b*tt cream
back with the dream team
yeah, uh*huh
throw that ass in a rhombus, not a diamond

b*tch did what i done said, i ain’t no simon
n***a, i done got no watch, i put the time in
n***a, all y’all n****s fake, movin’ on slimy
ugly ass n***a lookin’ muddy as h*ll

man, your boots ain’t no doc martens, they done fake as h*ll
rick owens on your feet, gon’ get robbed tonight
i look like robin bigg, i’m finna skate, all right
boy, i’m finna get a f*ckin’ skater on it

feel like cousin skeeter got the potty, uh*huh
all y’all n****s actin’ like you bout it homie
pour the mop, i feel like i be a janitor, uh*huh
w*low, so on your head, that sh*t red now

red dye, that thing look like red dye
n***a, welcome to my ted talk
shе don’t even like to talk, shе just go gulp, gulp
throw that ass in the square, n***a

rollin’ for your sweet like a pear, n***a
and i’d rather eat a apple p*ssy, n***a
i’ve been runnin’ through that motherf*ckin’, uh
little package, n***a
drunk sd h*ll inside the club
man, get away from me, you fat as h*ll
n***a, you know i’ve been a whiskey n***a well
drop a coin inside your body, n***a, now it’s show and tell

grab that n***a like teddy bear
claw machine that n***a for like 25 cents
ain’t gotta put a hit on you for 10k
i come to your block and i’m in like 10 graves

eastside boy, you’re r*t*rded as h*ll
sh*t, i don’t even know how to spell
spectacular spider*man when i slang my d*ck
man, that b*tch so thick, i’m like, who is this

y’all b*tch like listenin’ to type o
n***a, stop talkin’, you writin’ typos
n***a, you ain’t got sh*t, though
all i gotta do is write a survival

die, throw that ass in a rhyme, b*tch
n***a, when i rap, that sh*t is science
start without that talk, you be lyin
talk about you proud, you ain’t even simple, n***a

i ain’t even heard of n****s that be talkin’, n***a
little*ass kid look like shirley temple, n***a
we gon’ pop it, mama, like a pimple, n***a
we ain’t gon’ shoot her, we just gon’ run a train on her
n***a, i’ll put that motherf*ckin’ stank on her
like lil wayne in 2005, n***a, rain on her
fat joe can’t run that n***a down
or he skinny now, i done forgot, i don’t give a f*ck

cd ran to his car, they took some pictures, huh
i hope i don’t end up like diddy, i ain’t got no allegations, cuz
y’all act like i got sh*t, man, and i ain’t even talkin’ about
throw that ass in a rhombus

n***a, when i write, that sh*t is science
at two years old, ain’t need no trikey
was ridin’ on two wheels, no handlebars, you like me
that old b*tch done liked me

you like to tell that beef, it’s highly unlikely
honestly, i don’t like you, you know that my squad, n***a
i’ll have grundy beat you up in the parking lot
slide reels on your face, n***a, pull up, n***a

we gon’ turn your ass into a baby nape, n***a
i know you like wearin’ all that design
i know you bought that sh*t from the thrift store, n***a
stop with all that lyin’, huh

man, my trap smell like chloroform
walk into that b*tch, y’all n***a, he stuffin’ for him
we on that n***a now, he dead or something
we don’t feel that n***a, with some lead or some

- z6jimmy lyrics

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