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quavø the $auce god – bipolar xtreme كلمات اغاني

(mic check one, two, one, two, one, two
f_ck
i need a f_cking blunt, bro, what the f_ck)
break necks
who’s next
i just wanna f_cking flex
on you p_ssy n_ggas
show you mothaf_ckas i’m the best
take these p_ssy n_ggas to the bed
put ‘em all to rest
imma take some time to get this sh_t up off my f_cking chest
i don’t want the money
i just wanna leave a legacy
i don’t think it’s funny
i just want you to remember me
you can still make fun of me
you can even hate on me
i just want my name up in your mouth
oh sh_t, i’m getting c_cky
knocking out theses mothaf_ckin vеrses,b_tch, i feel like rocky
i can spit way bettеr than you even when i’m off the wocky
i don’t even need to rap but n_gga i can k!ll you talking
i don’t even need to use my words cuz i can k!ll you walking
i don’t even wanna talk sh_t, i just want my credit
go and touch some grass, little b_tch, get the f_ck off reddit
fix your_f_cking_self instead of tryna fix your idols
that’s why you don’t know yourself, that’s why your feeling suicidal
what the f_ck do i know
i’m like you, don’t you know
playing games with my nose
you can even smell the blow
i’m not even being literal
this sh_t would be real critical
i’m drawing a comparison
to show you that we’re pitiful
getting all political
getting all lyrical
i’m an individual
look at me, i’m spiritual
i can use some big ass words to make you think i’m saying something
to be honest, i don’t need to use that sh_t, this sh_t ain’t nothing
whatchu wanna talk about
whatchu wanna rap about
whatchu think you wanna make this mothaf_ckin song about
maybe i should talk about how i want my life to end
maybe i should talk about my sh_tty ass weekend
(oh, f_ck
now, this is the part of the song where
everybody moshes the f_ck out)
i wish that i was an angel that you could look up to in the sky
why do i keep on telling these lies that cause all these eyes to cry
i need help, but i can’t even help myself if i can’t fix my health
and my wealth, you can tell me you know how i feel
you don’t know how i felt
you ain’t been in my position
always question your decisions
asking god for more permission
i ain’t nothing but a pigeon
flying high
flying low
always going with the flow
if you know then you know
and to this f_cking day
i wish that i was an angel that you could look up to in the sky
why do i keep on telling these lies that cause all these eyes to cry
i need help, but i can’t even help myself if i can’t fix my health
and my wealth, you can tell me you know how i feel
you don’t know how i felt

(alright ladies and gentlemen
today we’re gonna rap about rape and drugs and_ and_ and shooting n_ggas
and_ and murder and_ and sh_t
wh_ wh_ wh_ what the f_ck do rappers rap about?
aye, yuh, yuh, aye
aye, yuh, yuh, aye
_laughs becuz this dialogue is retarted_
aye, this is how every rap song starts, right?
yeah)
buss down, b_tch
for a real one
if you wanna get gangsta, i can pop a gun
you a clown, b_tch
i’ll make you my son
don’t make me embarrass you in front of everyone
you ain’t really tough, you just talking all aggressive
talking with a accent don’t make you impressive
treat you like p_ssy now these n_ggas acting passive
remember i’m a reptile, all i spit is acid
now i’m kickin’ like it’s lu kang
c_ck it, bang bang
all my n_ggas say the same thing
talk that d_mn slang
i don’t f_ck with no gang but i let my boys hang
6ix9ine on a b_tch, now she got me bussin’ brains
i don’t steal but i’ll still make you run that sh_t
imma make him feel a thrill, throw him in that pit
you don’t need to take a pill to get high off the sh_t
cuz when we don’t with you, you gone need a medical kit
i ain’t taking sh_t from n0body, not even no mothaf_ckin jit
go and cry about it, imma punch that n_gga in his sh_t
i don’t f_cking care no more, everybody get to bussin
sick of all you mothaf_ckas, get these n_ggas robitussin
(see what most of you n_ggas don’t even realize is i have so much hatred in my soul
to be honest, i have no faith in the human race whatsoever, i hope you all f_cking die)
i want you to shut up
i want you f_ck up
i want you fail again
to keep my positive summoning
i want you to shut up
i want you f_ck up
i want you fail again
to keep my positive summoning
i sleep off of the melatonin
i can’t deal with these mothaf_ckas
eat, sleep, sh_t to keep the motion going
everyday’s the same, my god is f_cking hoeing
my life’s a f_cking game
can’t remember my name
drink away all the pain
all it takes is one bad day
there’s no one left to blame until you look in the mirror
if i blow out my brain, maybe i can think a little clearer
(my life’s a f_cking game
can’t remember my name
drink away all the pain
all it takes is one bad day
there’s no one left to blame until you look in the mirror
if i blow out my brain, maybe i can think a little clearer
_laughter again, becuz this song is stupid_)

- quavo the auce god

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