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Sanatçı: Wstdyth

albüm: Paul Bunyan


(Got-got-got-got-got-g-gotscared)
(Wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wasted)
Always tryna talk with me but I ain't really with it
Heard you talking shit we find your block and spin it like it's fidget
I can promise you don't want the smoke I'm eating all my spinach
Shorty feelin' me before we go oh was that your misses
I can make a hit in my sleep all you drop is misses
I can make a band in a week blow it in a minute
Ask me if I'm still selling kush bitch I'm on the road
I don't want no trouble but you shouldn't look right at a bull
Hear that shit bubble and I'm clearin' it right out the bowl
How the fuck you fumble if you playin' in the Super Bowl
Yeah, I can make a freak outta christian bitch ASAP
Loubiton my feet while I'm running up this big bag
I'mma leave some fake friends in the past, leave 'em big sad
2022 Macbook with the touchpad
Making sick beats, everybody tryna touch that
Tryin' keep it cool, I can't fuck with a kiss ass
Itty bitty titties and she pretty really my type
In the city and we out for like all night
Droppin' 50 on a dish, really eat nice
Oh, I'm in her guts like a taun-taun
Yeah, I feel like Luke when I sky walk
I be on the kush all day I don't like wock
Hmm, wake up and I'm goin' for a light walk
I feel like Mexico eagle caught the pythons
Bitch I'm fly!
Everybody switches up with time I don't know why
I'm not really one for standing by I'mma go buy
Brand new fucking kicks 44 can't fit 45
I can't let a lotta people in bitch I'm fortified
Couldn't give a fuck got a lotta spine I'm a porcupine
Roll big blunts, Paul Bunyan smoking through the pines
I got layers on, I 'mma onion, it's all archive
On my VLONE, I got on Number (N)ine tho
I don't give a fuck what she do, she not my hoe
Jeans just shipped tomorrow, came from a different time zone
Undercover cargo so damn tight, can't fit my phone
All you old heads watching me like I'm masterpiece
All green fit you would think I was the Master Chief
Wstdyth that's my brother, paper doll puffer
It's not a Henny song if I don't talk 'bout undercover
And she hit my phone, she said she like it when I stutter (stutter-stutter)
I don't care she got a OnlyFans
How you think I made 10 bands on these Junya pants?
How you talk down on me every time you fucking get the chance?
Sitting on my lap she like the undercover with the ants
Full archive, take a pic, I'mma fuckin' scan
Mac just crashed, can't keep up with all the brands
And you just not her so please don't call me
I'm a shady guy I don't know why you brought me
You can't handle me I'm hot, need a mitt no romney
Flipping every typa pack that I got, that's my hobby
Helmut Lang pants, holes in my tee like a caveman
I'm a vampire, snow white skin, you do spray tans
It's 8 pages for the feature like I'm slender man
See the sunrise, I just missed the whole day man
Round the campfire tellin' tall tales, they don't spit facts
Eating grilled squid, sippin' rosé, I don't eat snacks
Tee from 03 came from overseas I don't hit saks
They got the plague like it's 1518 when I'm on the track
I breathe bars, they like "Run it back"
Got like three bottle of cologne in my Prada bag
I'm too wasted at the club, I'm a class act
She asked me if we were in love, I'm like what's that
Importing Wickr contacts from my WhatsApp
With a vpn on my cellphone, we can't be tracked
Hit up Merlin, I said I'mma have to get the whole bag
Pulling Excalibur from the stone slab

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