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lirik lagu lil ballsack - lasagna (fuck biggie smalls)

[part i]

[intro]

new york city, you listen to me, if you’re near a convenience store right now, any type of 24 hour store, go into the store right now, and put’cha hand in the cash register for no reason!

[hook]

yeah the way these dudes go down they just like tesla stock
i be goonin’ to some futas into br~~sts and c~ck
all my beats so stinky you can’t even comprehend
gettin’ b~n~rs both at once, me and bro coextend
yeah the way these dudes go down they just like tesla stock
i be goonin’ to some futas into br~~sts and c~ck
all my beats so stinky you can’t even comprehend
gettin’ b~n~rs both at once, me and bro coextend

{verse 1]

hoes they call me lasagna how i got cheese and the sauce
i be playin’ with his b~lls it’s like i be in lacross
you could call me a garden how i got all this green
i be dissin’ all my haters, they like “wow this guy’s mean!”
bars they be wack as h~ll, but my opps even wacker
i just shot a homeless man because he called me a cracker (f~ckin’ cracker!)
i be sellin’ my product, like a vending machine
i be in the gloryhole askin’ to borrow some cream
some cop just tried to arrest me, so i’m keyin’ his car
my friend told me he got sober, i’m takin’ him to the bar
you could call me a mattress, how all these hoes sleepin’ on me
got some meat in my pants, it’s like i’m stealin’ salami
i got bread in my house, but my cash in the fridge
called my father a slur, cause he stealin’ my b~tch
all these rappers like d~ld~s, how they be in some ass
i be readin’ the bible, while i’m smokin’ on grass, b~tch
[hook]

[verse 2]

i be f~ckin’ these dudes, but i got hiv
all these needles in his arm he look like he on iv
told my boss i’m on drugs, now he testin’ my pee
i be greenin’ off da blunt, while i’m doin’ tai chi
shanked the opp with some glass, his blood look like some hi~c
haters tryin’ to f~ck me, how they be ridin’ my d
hoe be livin’ in russia, now i’m travelin’ by sea
man this dude be so short, i had to get on my knees
the way i’m droppin’ these bombs, man i must be in lai khe
said he ain’t like my music, i’m boutta grab his ip
i gotta put on some glasses for all these hoes that i see
all these rappers so fruity, i could call ‘em lychee
i just be launchin’ these b~lls, yeah i be just like wheat
all these rappers so ass, i’m boutta throw ‘em my seat
cops be haters and b~tches, cause i sell fake ids
sellin’ off auto parts, i’m just like o’reily
their money is your money, as of right now!

[part ii]

b~tch
this beat also sounds like it’s in a p~rno

on god!

[verse]

yeah my bars is so money that i be buildin’ a jail
throwin’ trash rappers in it, labels payin’ the bail
i got three different phones, they be for three different guys
i used to work at burger king, used to be slingin’ them fries
f~ck my haters and exes, they can all go to h~ll
throw that b~tch out the studio, yeah that dude kinda smell
steal your b~tches and bros, i put the hoe into homie
60 speeding tickets on me, i ain’t ever drive slowly
f~ckin’ gender neutral people, i turned gay halfway through
y’all be rappin’ too d~mn fast, i see your face turnin’ blue
i be bowlin’ 300s, each time i play wit his b~lls
i’m the world’s greatest rapper, b~tch i said f~ck biggie smalls
i’m the world’s biggest hater, i said f~ck all these hoes
told this dude see you later, cause he ain’t tryna bone
i said f~ck all my opps, but i’m chill now with kevin
i be gamblin’ all my money, gettin’ all triple sevens, f~ck!
new york city, you listen to me, if you’re near a convenience store right now, any type of 24 hour store, go into the store right now, and put’cha hand in the cash register for no reason! (no reason!)

(their money is your money, as of right now!)
f~ck biggie smalls, b~tch
i don’t give a f~ck
he dead

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