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lirik lagu neet. - shark week

[verse 1: cream of beat]

ravioli ravioli give me the formuoli
b-tch get over here and suck on my dong quixote
but lowkey im og
roll up with two hoes from south beach
and a half ounce of sour d
and we b-tt chugging some green fairy
playing plinko like drew carey
sh-tty rappers i cook them up
flank steak ’em
take they doo doo rhymes
and make them into jenkem
roll up in the trap
like im dionysus
go to cl-ss the next day
and present my master’s thesis
it be cream of beat
and if you slinging mud
i’ll tenderize your face
like filet mignon

[verse 2: i know everything about sp-ce]
mung dahl, mung dahl, feeling like, mung dahl

ding dongs and testibones
getting high on progesterone
roll up to panera bread
get me a placenta scone
don’t know when i get a phone
lord knows imma need a loan (never get it)
val kilmer on speed dial
wifey still in denial
rotund swag like a jolly rancher
i shut you up like a gerrymander
hope you’re not into humiliation
don’t want to give you that tingling sensation
hundred to 0 in one browse, lol
sit here on a gr-ssy knoll, lol
when you out there grinding, see them b-tches whining, hear them wh-r-s moan, hormonal

other rap-fellows need to learn their place
the bottom of the pyramid – the base
put me in the litter like benji frank
carry me all of the way to the bank
shark week get your t–th out
biting everybody we hear about

splicing up beat with my neets
your b-tch getting f-cked by a neet (suka dem t–ts)
my whole crew is neet
education taking a backseat
in a hazy shade each season
codeine to get me sleepin’
sleepin’
sleepin’
sleepin’

[verse 3: cream of beat]

p-n-s b–b v-g-n- fart
cook up this beat like a cuisinart
i’ll dadrock your mom
pink floyd
send that p-ssy back in time
like i’m christopher lloyd
after i’m done i’ll make her waddle
she’ll be praying to me like i’m quetzalcoatl
my p-n-s has a lot of length
smack her up with my pcp strength
big fan of christian slater
haters talking sh-t? b-tch see you later
see a fit bird and i might just mate her
not satisfied? i’ll compensate her
girl spread those legs call me an infiltrator
unaware of neet.?
i’ll educate her

[verse 4: i know everything about sp-ce]

lit at 2 am, that’s what it feel like
in ak, a.k.a. summer night
ak, ar, side-arm, carry-on
finna make myself real scary, mom
six-inch belt for the boo thang
r.i.p. to the wallet chain
carry cash loose like cannon, mane
can’t lose sh-t you don’t have, game

d-ck in the p-ss, cream cheese on my bagel
b-tch give me the under-the-table-finagle
p-ssy tight, she doin’ kegels
making me question the world like hegel

tossin’ down raps with my pal, cream of beat
our rhymes go pretty well with a green treat
spinach, kale, peas, et cetera
got me freestyling on the metra
broccoli, cauliflower
call your girl, any hour
rhyme scheme, flow like abba
meet your b-tch, hit the dabba
dancing queen, with a rappa
i’m that rapper
we’re all rappers
dancing queen
on the same team
my team

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