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bon mot - repeat until completed كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1 – bon mot]

used to rap and let my insecurities show
mysterious lyrics you had to google to know
it’s the resilientest spirit nearly void of materialism
noisily steering his whip into multiple poles
n0body look the wookiee like your boy does
all i do is sleep, slurp the purgatory poison
hurt and boisterous, wins by coin flip
spends his afternoon smoking on the toilet
n0body look the wookiee like your man does
repeat until completed gonna be y’all new mantra
seeing me defeated? think you need a new camera
stand tough and i don’t even put my hands up
i need a drink something f-cking dreadful
three deep, could pee a whole f-cking bed full
compete with me need to sink to my level
so meet me three feet above the devil

[verse 2 – tom foolery]

hair disheveled, hands in pockets ready to rock it
big letters on red metal octagons couldn’t stop it
even with a skeleton key you couldn’t unlock it
whipped cream & cherries couldn’t top it
on topic, or off it, sh-t talking
high like a rocket in the office
sipping scotch with your bosses
the kid flosses, like once every 3 months
and spits the gingivitis with his tongue in his cheeck, cousin
one of these mcs is not like the others
by one i mean these three brothers, we recover
from circ-mstances unforeseen
back together and partying like it’s 2014
here we come for your team whether you ready or not
haunting your dreams make you wet the bedding a lot
we’ve been patiently waiting for the penny to drop
to celebrate with confetti and pop when y’all stop sleeping

[verse 3 – bon mot]

running with a bunch of mother f-ckers on a soapbox
ask if we’re done, simultaneously hope not
don’t stop nodding just ’cause mot got the drop on ya
i’m high as f-ck, sp-ce, planes, and helicopters bruh
chock full of bad stories and whisky
even if i met your standards you’d still miss me
you ain’t coming out to sh-t except your parents, kid
like “mom, dad, i’m an embarr-ssment”
rabid b-tch, y’all been snarling. i’m the muzzle tight around your jowls i’m a puzzle and y’all too broke to even buy vowels
your girl been looking like she tryna yank my mic out…
plus she only f-ck you with the lights out
right now i’m all up in your crib like where your fridge at
getting bigger till y’all wonder how he did that
ask who, what, when, where, how when all he ever did was sip gin and grow his hair out

- bon mot

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