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$at.urn (rapper) - bakery كلمات أغنية

[chorus]
headlights down from my last trip, its hard to face it
playlist like my music, i be making every placement
i dont know how i’m not in a tune but b_tch i’m hatin’
i’m geeked up off that dime juice where’s my tracin’
that p_ssy talk on insta we rearranging
he turned to a hoe like its white chicks “why you changing?”
i don’t give f_ck, go send a blunt, i’m ’bout to face it
i know that it’s laced but they can’t tell that i can taste it
i just got a glock so ion even gotta chase him
put him in his place, we get his face and now he racin’
it’s hard to explain but i could tell that he was racist
my jar packed [?]
my thought cloud is with the weed smoke, got me pacin’
i’m tweaked out, feel like i’m in 40 different places

[verse]
bottom of the bottle and the cup don’t need a chaser
you don’t tell the truth, you steady lying, you a faker
lil’ bro, you don’t get hoes, you just paid her
you like supermodels, i like blunts and henny chasers
my blunt got variety, got strands in every flavor
i don’t get anxiety no more ’cause ima face her
mama seen my rap now i can barely even face her
my tears bawl every night now call the lakers
got my gen 5, got my gun drawn like a ranger
your death bound from the school round, see you later
pound town on my white b_tch, think we bakin’
she ain’t ever leavin’ ’cause she know i bring the cake in

- at urn rapper

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