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lil' vader - speedrunner lyrics

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[verse 1: lil’ vader]
she’s gone through, half the group she a speedrunner
she hit you up, you think it’s a big honour
she think she hot, i tell that b_tch it’s not summer
shout to quavo, my girl is a ‘big stunna’
i got, twin glocks they go dumb and dumber
leave an l on his forehead like your man a plumber
i got a cannon on my leg, i’m a real gunner
i got a cannon in my hands, turn you to a runner

[verse 2: niumoney]
you fitting, zero hoes in your tesla
had the baddest b_tch, but then you went and messed up
coming up with bullsh_t like “i swear i’m just stressed out”
left him in the past like let’s see who’s got stress now

[verse 3: lil’ vader]
and f_ck that hoe from leicеster
she think she thе sh_t but she mid, iniesta
bringing in the cash like lv an investor
got to the bag but i’m still driving in my venza
you won’t catch me in no model 3
caught that boy lacking with his b_tch down in lonsdale quay
leave his body wet like a water gun from dollar tree
he say he a lifeguard so we left his body in the sea
[verse 4: niumoney]
ass fat but you can’t grab that
saw your new b_tch tell me why she got a flat back
couldn’t do better make that man wanna backtrack
need a birkin bag you couldn’t even buy a backpack

[verse 5: lil’ vader]
verse 5
no aubrey but ‘look alive’
i gotta knife
but i keep a sword, don’t need a knife
might take a life
make his body twitch, f_ck a live
beef is live
spoiler alert you finna die

[verse 6: niumoney]
shotout yachty but this ain’t a lil boat
drop me in the ocean all this ice still gonna float
fendi, prada, bought myself a brand new coat
you think that you’re hard got me laughing like a f_cking joke

[verse 7: lil’ vader]
send him home on a stretcher
why he do that? i thought he would know better
why’s your hoe at my place in your sweater
it’s getting hot inside, check the weather
(check the weather)
pass the b_tch i’m the setter
this ain’t real love, no martin and correta
acting tough, we turn him to a bed wetter
i’m not trippie redd, i ain’t sending love letters

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