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lirik lagu jupiter$ tyrade - dion

[verse: jupiter$ tyrade]
trap got a motherf~cka’ really out the mud though
sippin’ on styrofoam staring at the gun, no
gonna make it rain pr~nto, gonna need a poncho
umbrella forever, now i’m the head honcho
rolling up blueberry [?]
sippin’ on cognac look like a [?]
two shots at yo’ dome
red dot on yo’ nose
look like a bozo

bonnie & clyde on my side like go
[?] selling your ready [?]
upping the iron, upping the chrome
b~bet that i’m firing
right at yo’ dome (boom, boom, boom)

[?] could be away
no i won’t make her mine
i told her to wait in line
i’ma just take this line

(yeah!)
my d~ck too big
i roll with the strap in section by my ribs
big [?] skin like money pants
my b~tch find me with another b~tch
i spend a check on my other wrist
blood flows, ice fangs through my arteries
nevermind me when i pour that [?]
pop a pill feel like i’m optimus (wait!)
pop a pill, you know i’m feeling great
s~sippin’ on syrup, sippin’ on paint
i been sippin’ on purple, not talking ’bout grape
i got into the circle, elite with the rank
you know i be lurking, i be at the bank
money gon’ get in the way
you should be dead anyway
what’ll he say?
when i pop outta the grave

know what i be on
ceiling be on
man f~ck all the peons
celine dion
y’all be online
i be on beats
i be on drank (ahaha)
i be too clean
i be too paid
i be too mean
i be with the gang
i was serving them white get it out to the fray
i was lured in the fight, i was lured in the bait

[verse: faceless 1~7]
(yuh…ayy)
(yeah…ayy)
(my piece still on fire)
(nothing, that’s on gang)
drop a k off my sh~t
choppa sit, let it spit
you ain’t safe, the opposite
i ain’t taking hostages
all my profit provenance
your god gon’ soon acknowledge it
triple up my numbers getting numb right to the side of me

but you gotta see i got the us on the west
f~ck my time ain’t no [?] but diamonds dancing on my chest
i don’t see what they done [?] f~ck ocd ain’t need my breath
my old homies they once put they fate on cut they fatal steps

i got the recipe
everything ahead of me
got [?] my b~tch she give me head like she kennedy
still i be working go [?] don’t message me
white out my number like don’t be obsessed with me
flexing me out cause you ain’t with the [?]
drop my name will get you out the gutter
i been on pace know snakes still run up
i been on [?] no [?] no [?]

i need the cashapp when the racks due
don’t give a sh~t if it’s past you
get a [?] for my last true
me and my girl take the [?]
to my sudden whites, no snowy nights
cold cabin lights with the mass loose
i ain’t gotta die over bl~~dy fights
i got more to dice than the last do
[?] fangs lowkey
you got that smoke it’s all on me
switching my focus, switching my key
running those ropes and running my feast
calming those slopes but really don’t ski
i let it soak cause she love when i tease
i get it rope and i f~cked up my soul [?] ’em don’t bleed (yeah)

[outro: faceless 1~7]
(…b~tch don’t raise up…b~tch don’t gaze up…)

b~tch, don’t raise up from your tomb
b~tch, don’t gaze upon my moon
k!lled your kin i k!ll you soon
f~ck my nights of white blood pools
i’m a dire from my dues
cut so [?] hunt in twos
lovely riot, start the fire, whats inside of all my food?

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