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big melancholy - deja vu كلمات أغنية

[verse 1: big melancholy]
ayy
b_tch i got it on my own, i made a name up out the mud
now i’m only chasing money, i ain’t worried ’bout your scrub
i got a couple k!llers on my line, i’m quick to pick it up
while you flashing h_lla drunk, p_ssy better keep it suck
before i snuff, huh
i wish you run up, slug’s done for sun, so shut the f_ck up
yum, yum, in lungs, i’m rollin’ dumb blunts
huh, yeah, i’m buzzin’, you can’t touch nothin’
huh, yeah, i’m drunk, i’m tryna f_ck something
thug sl_ts give love, but i can’t cuff none ’em
i’m clutch with guns, b_tch, i can’t trust nothin’
i’m f_cking up, i’m at the end, nothing
ayy, i think i had about enough
how the f_ck you call me bro? and then you kick me in my nuts
why the f_ck f_ck you acting tough?
i think it’s time to call your bluff
how you fall up under pressure
’cause i’m a diamond in the rock
you little b_tch
i passed the dutch, call it passing some gas
you acting fake, hard, p_ssy, but i’vе been on your ass
and if we got beef, then i probably started it
your b_tch always wants mе, ’cause she said i go harder than you
you wat the bag of sh_t up, but i’m not talkin’ produce
huh, laughing it up while i pop out and shoot
ayy, i’m on the loose, b_tch, i might make the noose
i got the blade in my booth, i see the blood in deja vu
[verse 2: 99zed]
cruising in that double wide body, spot that pressure
crank that gucci mane, like i was in the kitchen, cooking up
my jaw look like fat joe, you be smoking on that skinny blunt
rep that 804, i’m doing shows, now everybody bug
you ain’t got no safe, ’cause you a rookie
step inside the pan, smacking sh_t, sn_tching cookies, snap a f_cking pic
the way that everybody looking
they gon’ talk a lot behind the floor, but we all know you a p_ssy b_tch
hate to take it back like we was thuggin’ in the 90s
everybody in they momma tryna flex like they behind me, b_tch
all that f_cking talking, but that stepping is unlike me
i’m never losing sleep from all these rappers who don’t like me, b_tch

[verse 3: saliva grey]
houston in that motherf_cking, never seen this coupe
i got b_tches, i ain’t snitching, you ain’t gripping on no tool, you a fool
look at you, stuck it like some glue, i’m so cool, super cool
i might f_ck around and turn me in a pool
like just some blood
gruesome with the flood, cooling with my shooters
i don’t shoot unless you f_cking with my blood
you a scrub, uh, flowing off the mud, uh, cruising off the sub
i might shoot ’em with some food
and disappearing to the bomb
b_tch boy, you just a dumb chick f_cking with the grate
you finna end up in the motherf_cking garbage
the country, so open up your arteries
introduce a motherf_cker to eternal suffering

- big melancholy

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