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lirik lagu lunar c - magnolia remix

yo pi’erre, you wanna come out here?

wearing nothing but my socks, windmill in my cup
spin it anti-clockwise ’til i’m lifting off
what? what?
i said my d-ck propels me off the ground like it’s a helicopter
what? what?
wearing nothing but my socks, windmill in my cup
spin it anti-clockwise ’til i’m lifting off
what? what? what? what? what?

i don’t act holier than thou
i don’t have no fear or doubt
i know a magnolia’s a flower
but this track’s so weird, it’s foul
nothing, it has no meaning, it sounds hard though
i had to go remix this now
i got etiquette, i’m polite
i sh-t on rappers then i take ’em to the cleaners
foreign groupies saying i’m a g*nius
writing bars while they’re playing with my p-n-s
my reign’s been a long time coming
i’ve been here for years and i’m still the sh-t
i don’t make no clean money
going dirt pots and filthy rich
you’re immortal, i’m not the same as you
check my mixtape, jake’s the truth
on a rampage i ram pages with bars
fresh out the pen like a convict
i don’t gossip if you’re b-mping
to me, i’ll bang you out, it’s not a moshpit
you don’t like me ’cause i’m something different
you’re a stubborn b-tch
and i’m not david cameron but if you’re pig headed, you can suck a d-ck
jealous people wanna pree so please
keep this sh-t on the d-low please
buddha body make my knees go weak
big old b-mper like a pre-owned jeep
bullying ’em, i go fully in, every bar’s tekkers
no half measures
i’ll uppercut you out your margielas
if i f-ck your girl i’ll make you mad jealous

have you ever seen a riot at a rap show?
bare broken gl-ss, fire and black smoke
i’m ’bout to take you to the streets
it’s mayhem, ain’t no peace
and the police can’t hack it like a nokia trap phone

i’m all kinds of amazing, both kinds of sick
thank you, you’re too kind, i admit
it’s the truth i am the sh-t
i’m my favourite rapper, who’s nicer than this?
i should cover my own tracks like i’m two-timing my chick

they just wanna talk sh-t, they don’t care if it’s true
always tryna hit below the belt, that’s a d-ck move
but who’s really here to show levels and represent? me
that’s why all these corny posers who can’t represent me
b-tch stop talking and hold this d-ck
i’ll come to your house in conor mcgregor’s suit and f-ck you all over it
don’t hate on greatness, b-tch be honest
i’m just tryna get what i deserve, don’t switch the topic
i’m higher than jada’s laugh, big spliff of cronic
but my flow’s always in the pocket like my cigs and wallet
gold-diggers wants hermes, i’m not rich yet, get to work
she wants me to give her p’s like i’m usher, let it burn
i put two gram in a spliff (bruh)
w-nking ’til i get a st-tch (bruh)
look at the flick of the wrist (bruh)
i caught my d-ck in my zip (bruh)

rocking, tryna get a cult following like r kelly
if they take the p-ss then i’ll make them wish that their mum swallowed and they aren’t ready

your girl calls me when she’s sad and bored
if she ain’t on her red rag then i’m at her door
like a bull to a red rag, and i’m at her door

best in the scene, f-ck everybody
there ain’t no i in team but there’s definitely an m and an e
lunar c, yo, yo

wearing nothing but my socks, windmill in my cup
spin it anti-clockwise ’til i’m lifting off
what? what?
i said my d-ck propels me off the ground like it’s a helicopter
what? what? what?

(flytippers)

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