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lil mim$ - no melodies?! lyrics
[part i]
[intro]
i’ma rap like darkie, hold on
[verse 1]
everybody want to f_ck on my b_tch
now everybody want to suck on my d_ck
gimme racks, b_tch i’ll never sit
no melody, because i’m a b_tch
i’m lazy as sh_t, and i like good tits
i f_ck a b_tch in the back of my whip
i got all this money and you know that it’s sweet
you making that ass while i nut on this beat
this beat got a melody
when i’m whipping my d_ck, yo b_tch beggin’ “please,”
i’m just like a squirrel, i’m climbing these trees
i’m just like a rapper, i’m flexing these g’s
f_ck your b_tch in the ass, she coming back, and she cummin’ fast
undefined is gang, that’s fact
everybody want to eat my ass
i’m hating my music, i’m quitting this rap
i don’t care b_tch, you smelling like ass
i f_ck a b_tch in the back with class
i’ll give a shoutout if you give me 10 racks
ruh roe raggy, i’m eating your snacks
you know that i got a fat ass
[part ii]
[verse 2]
why that b_tch want to talk?
she don’t want my money she want my c_ck
i f_cked 10 dudes while wearing these socks
it ain’t g_y come suck on my c_ck
aye, everybody talking sh_t, dexx ray, please get off my d_ck
rapping sh_t and i’m building with bricks
f_ck you, go cut up yo wrists
aye, i don’t give a sh_t about you or your family
i’m rich as sh_t, yeah, i got canopy
one day i’m blowing up randomly
in school, still gotta ask to go pee
f_ck everybody, i’m rapping again
i’m sucking yo d_ck, then i’m shooting your friend
i got a fat ass, most see when i bend
i want to relax, flex the money i spend
f_ck 6ix9ine and the cars he rent
let’s go camping and f_ck in a tent
i got a big d_ck, most see when they bend
i don’t wanna relax, want to shoot you instead
f_ck dexx ray and the goons he sent
let’s go golfing i’m like dj khaled
that b_tch touch my d_ck, now it going flaccid
that b_tch love my d_ck, so now she want to smack it
that b_tch got fake tits, they plastic
[part iii]
[verse 3]
i don’t give a sh_t, i might blow your f_cking back in
i don’t give a sh_t, i might blow your f_cking back in
i don’t give a sh_t, i might blow your f_cking, uh
i don’t give a sh_t, i might blow your f_cking back in
if you wanna talk, you get popped, i ain’t cappin’
you telling me to quit, f_ck that, i stay rappin’
shout_out to syrnge, that b_tch a b_tch he staying cappin’
my d_ck too big, oh, sh_t, i’m in—
i’m getting high off ketamine
and now i’m sl_tting on that dirty b_tch
her ass is big, i fit my fist in
f_ck it i stay fisting
everybody want my cash, i give some for a kissing
you can sit there wishing, i’m hiring a hitman
so he can shoot my hatred, lil homie i stay baking
adventure time way i’m putting pancakes with my bacon
shoot that little cop, turn that pig into some bacon
i’m hating all this music, all this music that i’m making
i got a lot of racks so that p_ssy can stay hating
i got a lot of aching
[outro]
man, that sh_t was ass
i—, literally, i need to stop making music
’cause, like, i got too much money piling in my room
it’s looking like a bank vault
i’m f_ckin’ yo’ mama, and her p_ssy lookin’ like a bank vault
’cause i’m filling it with money
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