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sybyr - yaung emperor كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
ooh that hurt, what you doin’ to the emperor?
i cope with this little boo boo, with the scissor-up
call me petty le petit femme beau ain’t even ready
gas all them up n leave em broke clingin’ to huggy teddy
no new missions i’m unorganized like wet spaghetti
rackin’ up rackin’ up dust n throw in ya face, like confetti
sleepin’ on the floor still, i don’t want a f-ckin’ mill, i jus’ wanna f-ck n chill, miss me with them f-ckin’ deals
call me the antagonist, or sir syringe
i grew on the internet so all i know is cringe
if you feelin’ my energy, guess i take the hint
win some, lose some, feelin’ gruesome, cause i’m just syringe
i don’t make no f-ckin’ sense just like ya livelihood
breakin everything that makes you comfortable, cause f-ck your hood
you see all my issues in my brain but i don’t think you should
try to come relate n watch yourself become misunderstood

[chorus]
you do what i do, i’ll become the f-ckin’ tool
ay, emperor antagonist, i melt the whole room
you do what i do, i’ll become the f-ckin’ tool
ay, emperor antagonist, i melt the whole room
you do what i do, i’ll become the f-ckin’ tool
ay, emperor antagonist, i melt the whole room
you do what i do, i’ll become the f-ckin’ tool
ay, emperor antagonist, i melt the whole room

[verse 2]
anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-world
sheesh, i go on a rambo romper room 200 fold
ay, they can f-ckin’ get it all my magnum plastic gold
ay, i feel like a newborn, but already have a goal
whoa, ringe on some kind of a roll
f-ckin’ around i turn trash into gold
f-ck all this cotton, i make it a coat
just a price, of being a goat
nah, f-ck it again n again
i can go low n invite all her friends
no more the need to go f-ckin’ pretend
you got the hunger, i’m makin’ the ends
sheesh
i don’t want no beef no more, unless i’m one that’s cookin’ it
rethink my decisions like a lightning fraction jiffy split
i don’t want relations jus’ the pussy that i came to grip
battle scratchy ready, prettyface no need to give me lip
i don’t have a fit, maybe four, as i’m breakin’ shit
i don’t think she mind if she mistaken for a shallow b-tch
i disrupt the function, let em hate n tell em, c-ming quick
see me everywhere, pray to f-ckin’ god i f-ckin’ quit

- sybyr

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