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$ilkmoney - 2 fah 1 bo-berry brandon biscuit special كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
my n_gga, i’m glad you said this, i’m glad you have that position

[verse 1]
we don’t believe you
you need more people, give a f_ck if we came from the same claim, lil’ n_gga, we not equals
balloon sucking depleacher cerebral turning your brain into a swiss cheese pool
you a prankster, drug addict [reboot?] and for that, with this pen, i’ll play max keeble
[?] i see you spreading salacious hatred like a b_tch i f_cked on a beach cruise
then hopped on live off some lines, begging for the god to leap out and tweet you
sh_t is pitiful, your pockets f_cked up, but over hеre, sh_t is plentiful
you tried to piеce it up behind scenes and even say, “shoutout $ilk” in that weak ass interview
but i get it, dude, you quit chicken flipping and started whippet hitting, then got addicted and threw a fit
‘cause the sh_t with rocky won’t cl!ckin’ then smirch the god for attention
you was suckin’ my d_ck for almost ten years
almost as long as your b_tch you currently with was sucking trey d_ck in the $20/night cavalier, you f_ckin’ dumb blonde
can it, brandon, your career face planted so you threw a temper tantrum, started scamming fans for merch pre_orders to get your fix demanded
how could they ever trust you again?
i know i wouldn’t believe a word a junkie said, he’ll steal the tv out your house just to puncture your skin
sehay’s a eater, say, “hi, nice to meet you,” with the meat cleaver you used to cut the chicken into equal parts
before dropping you in the grease and cleaning you with the de_greaser
ain’t talked to this n_gga since he left the group
and ever since, it’s been twitter distance, indiscriminate lyrics and pretending to be lucki’s spoof
the love of your life is just a sl_t with a price
after bari hit, she sucked trey d_ck and he ain’t even wanna f_ck ‘cause he said the p_ssy smelled like sh_t, n_gga
all my n_ggas legit, that bullsh_t you tryna spin will never stick
birds of a feather flock together, that’s why n_ggas tweet like pigeons with scripted fiction tellings
n_ggas dropping pre_recorded tracks and callin’ them disses
i rolled a spliff and pinned the scripture of my mom’s kitchen while eating the grit, she so gracious, n_gga
this n_gga’s burnt out, fell off, his whole roll out a fake tell all, and all them drugs already beating your ass and getting you stepped on
this a spiritual lyrical warfare
the god body versus the part_time chicken distributor, lucki and carti hard copy that hang women over balconies
you a fraud and everything you talk is a fallacy
he really mad about between him and his b_tch, she the only one with all the bodies he claim to be catching for streams
[verse 2]
for surely, i get him gladly
package rap, black baggy then ship back to the past when you made good beats actually
you can’t destroy what you didn’t build
but in your case, we gave you the sk!ll
and the sound that you claim, it came from kahlil
you couldn’t roll a blunt until you f_cked with us, n_gga
now you just a junky [?], it’s such a shame that once was said to be legend now was just a f_cking bum
you [had?] to sell that funky b_tch you with to pay the rent and get a bag of fent
the b_tch was so predictable i’d do a whippet too if i wasn’t having sh_t
your mom should be ashamed of your actions, kid
but i’d never disrespect that woman that had absolutely no adding to your current manufactured taxes of grabbing d_ck
i’m feeling a bit savvy
been waiting for war as i sharpen my sword on the steel of your casket
make a cold p_ssy revert backwards to when you were kassper, n_gga
but you the new jackson
hanging b_tches over balcony your new passion
spreading lies on twitter and beefing with n_ggas your claim to fame and it’s truly saddening
but what the f_ck you expect from a n_gga named after p_ssy?
n_gga, you never had no p_ssy until you had the p_ssy every n_gga done had and then after, you took it
talkin’ about we burnin’ sh_t
and if we is, we probably got it from your b_tch, since we just lying for cl!cks
i believe for certain brandon, esteem curtains
or whatever you want to use to hang yourself with and hover over the surface
the percs got you hurt, itching, livin’ with no purpose and then uncertain
i’m in the very same loaf i went to church with
just to personally deliver you with this sermon that your desire so passionately burned with
thank you, brandon
[outro]
ay, thank you, n_gga
you b_tch ass n_gga, suck my motherf_ckin’ d_ck, p_ssy ass motherf_cker
i ain’t gon’ tell ‘em, i ain’t gon’ tell ‘em you p_ssy, n_gga, i’mma just keep it between me and you, b_tch ass n_gga
it’s the god, baby
g.o.d
it’s me
they say, “the good die young,” n_gga
that’s why i’mma live forever, n_gga, i’m magnificent, b_tch ass n_gga
ain’t no more motherf_ckin’ divine council, n_gga
that sh_t motherf_ckin’ dead from this day fourth, b_tch ass motherf_ckers
it’s dbsb, 3272
g_l_o_b_e, a_b_b
forever and always, baby, yours truly
i love you

- ilkmoney

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