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lirik lagu ahzer, v1beçhk – doomsday

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(verse 1)
we going stupid
2021, versace routing
model status, in the game making movements
whatchu assuming, bags been accruing, aye
dog im only messing with the blue checks
who’s next, got a bar 12 in your crews head
always in the bag, let the tools blast, zooming
riding round my city with the jewels flexed
yeah
my bois been the illest on the planet
magazines, i’m the anticlimactic
shoppin spree, (breathe) every scenes getting damaged
none leave, if you pull up thеn we vanish
i got no time to spare, just vibеs to share, and richard millies on the tag
studio fire in here, my ties are clear, might flip the fendi just to brag
no stakes inside the square, my guys been there, we’re planning to stick to the plan
we pay the tithes and fares, no sides to tear, portfolios been looking grand
y’all ain’t really with this business, nah to any snitch who thinks bout a quick switch
a winner with grips by the stick shift, scripts gon cl!ck at you tricks if we visit
if you gonna mention me, then put it with respect
asher foote, put a foot to your track
i got the prada bags up in the vette
lambo swerving in the coup with a tech
oh it feels so good to be a legend
even tho i’ve always been questioned
always in the convo i been mentioned
we done did it in the discretion
last one really don’t know whats they missing
leave em all wit da maywether impression
(chorus)
outtta the way. gonna blow up like it’s d~day, then i’m finna hit the weights. call me a good boy, act like it’s child play, blow up like i’m the superstar on broadway, then play you all like it’s field day, makin moves, good lookin display, end the time like it’s doomsday

(verse 2)
k!ll the beat k!ll the beat like it’s a homicide, oh my guy, didn’t think i’d say that twice? burdens climbing up high, weight heavy like i’m boutta die, and i’m still trynna decide if ima sit on the sideline. on the upside, i can keep a straight face and keep my thoughts all classified, cold like carbon dioxide, poisonous like cyanide, thought you saw me cry, chicka chika why, lies climbing up high, you can call me you’re misguide, you’re lil joyride at my own expense leaves me all horrified and i still can’t decide if i’m that certified enough to go ahead and leave you behind, don’t cross that line, minute you do it, it then becomes my battle line. just like ty dolla sign
how can sky be the limit
footprints on the moon break all the restrictions, y’all thought i was trippin, being a white boy is only good for dishes. my rap ain’t good enough to build bridges, should go about my way and not break tradition. on the other hand yall sayin i’m vicious, lyrical acrobatics be so delicious
missions be critical, y’all be so typical, dishin words with every syllable. ahh
lookin at me like i’m dressed like a criminal, playin these games that aren’t filled with much principle, peepin outside and not much seems so mystical, u.s of a be so unpredictable its so unoriginal, dont be lookin at me cuz i be being invisible

(chorus)
outtta the way. gonna blow up like it’s d~day, then i’m finna hit the weights. call me a good boy, act like it’s child play, blow up like i’m the superstar on broadway, then play you all like it’s field day, makin moves, good lookin display, end the time like it’s doomsday


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