| They gon' make me act up
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| They gon' make me act up
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| Y’all gon' make me act up
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| Rackin' up power cells, I go on a Rambo romper
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| Fuck that Mackovich, he stink and smell, jus' like your bitch
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| Landfill, we go crackin', breakin' up all that mess you smearin'
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| They don’t like us 'cause we 'bout to leave these fuckers screamin'
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| «Ayy, ayy, ayy,» every goddamn day
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| I remove you out my way, I rebuke you in my lane
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| You not weirdo, you a lame, tryna be a corporation
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| I don’t like it then I say it, I ain’t finna fuckin take it, woah
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| 'Ringe boy, sound like he breakin' off of the camel back
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| Tacky, tacky, clone of another nigga like you are that
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| Fill your fuckin' hole up with soap and bleach and detergent, boy
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| Motherfuckin', nothin' is new around me, I hate it, ugh
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| Call a plug, slangin' pussy, smokin' Reggie, cop a Stüssy
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| Poppin' sober, hangin' over, sleepin' over, spendin' cobras
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| Suckin' money, makin' money, bakin' money, flippin' tummies
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| Aggravated, agitated, fuckin' hate it, eat the pavement
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| I know, I know, I know, picky motherfucker, ain’t he?
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| I know, I know, I know, eerie motherfucker, ain’t he?
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| I know, I know, I know, picky motherfucker, ain’t he?
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| I know, I know, I know, eerie motherfucker, ain’t he?
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| They know I don’t fuckin understand yo' lil' broken world
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| Any move you makin', boy, I watch up and go lurkin' closer
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| Bangin' up anythin' to ease the simple fuckin' headaches on me
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| Reaper waitin' with me, with no warnin', finna fuckin' call me
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| Blood all in my mouth, what I get for prolongin' my anger
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| Breakin' down the house, what the fuck are we doin' here?
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| We got piss to pan to pot, we don’t need another plot
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| We got shit to fuckin move, now go and take the damn shot
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| Ugh, try to undermine me? |
| Bitch, I’ll tear your fuckin' ears out
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| Askin' 'bout commotion? |
| I can show what I talk about
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| Pickin' up pick up pace, take a piss upon ya face
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| Sell the plates upon your plates. |
| I don’t give no fuck today
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| I got the fuckin' rage, none of you niggas fadin'
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| My pressure upon the surface of Earth, what the fuck you sayin'?
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| Bitch my name Syringe, wash the cum up out your ear
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| Ayy, ANTI-WORLD, blah, blah, blah, fuck a year, bitch
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| I know, I know, I know, picky motherfucker, ain’t he?
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| I know, I know, I know, eerie motherfucker, ain’t he?
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| I know, I know, I know, picky motherfucker, ain’t he?
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| I know, I know, I know, eerie motherfucker, ain’t he? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Maybe I'm Detached , by - SYBYR. Song from the album ANTI-WORLD, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп