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yungmorpheus & dirty art club - mr. bombastic! كلمات أغنية

[verse]
uh huh
tell me who the f_ck you think you talking to, it ain’t me (it’s not)
they was getting on my nerves while i went ghost for eight weeks
she playing with her nose and now she mad that i don’t like it
we both had our own vices
i notice as i’m aging, hindsight be hittin’ hard
he be in the back twisting up with blatant disregard
in a different manner i had told him to gwan, get your boss
ya profits outweigh the costs
residing in a prison of its own making
you ain’t really got a lot of time, my n_gga, don’t waste it
i seen them lights fl!ckering in a different location
they had told me in the backroom that y’all n_ggas was hatin’
took a break and kеpt a lil’ backup plan for all seasons
my og still grievin’ over his tеacher
he said he lived to fight another day but felt defeated
i can’t believe ya claim if i ain’t seen it
i need more schemes that’s triumphant, n_gga said he wanna k!ll me, gon’ ‘head, try and run it
most of y’all would prolly do anything for about five hundred
he ain’t really have a plan, but at least he died gunning from miami, watch ya mouth
most my n_ggas know spanish, i hit her favorite spot with a different stroke pattern
ain’t no slight of hand, this all magic
i was bumping mr. bombastic, come on

[outro]
ain’t no slight of hand, this all magic
ain’t no slight of hand, this all magic
and i’m cut bumpin’ mr. bombastic, come on

- yungmorpheus dirty art club

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