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lirik lagu pope cyrus vii - need a surgeon

[intro]
man, i’mma tell y’all a bunch of sh~t (yes)
that you need to know (uh huh, yeah)
i got 80 b~tches and i got swag to the max (swag, oh he do, he do)
pope, you’re so cool, god d~mn

[chorus]
catch me in my orange shirt, vontaze burfict (swag)
take me out the league, it ain’t gon’ stop the hurtin’ (swag)
he was talkin’ worthless, he gon’ need a surgeon (swag)
ain’t no fatigues but you know i been servin’ (rrr, yeah, mm)
at the block party, 30 b~tches, and they twerkin’ (wow)
why they all gather ‘round pope like a sermon? (wow, uh)
‘cause they know i’m workin’, got they toes curlin’ (workin’)
bad bitty perfect, she don’t need a surgeon (yee~uh)

[verse 1]
i love the a cups, i love the f cups (swag, b00bs)
ho, you ask about me, i’mma give a ho ten f~cks (yes)
shawty 32 and she tryna rip my pants off (wow)
slide around the crib, serve the pack out the d~mn loft (serve)
you ain’t even based, man you switchin’ on the family (hmm)
i knew you was a b~tch, i knew you couldn’t understand me
hammer for the fonk, man i been the f~ckin’ carpenter (f~ck you, f~ck you, die, die b~tch)
i’m finna hit a l!ck on your house, f~ck an officer
why they f~ck with pope? ‘cause they know that he the best out (yeah)
reppin’ b~tch mob, got the text from lil b, wow (based)
back ‘fore it was cool, i was dissin’ on degrassi (ha ha)
instigatin’ better than ariel helwani
this is why them boys threw me outside the party (no)
this is why them boys don’t really wan’ give me no molly (augh)
riff raff, crack in my jacket, i’m feedin’ polly (yeah)
tiny ass pistol in my bag, i named it pocky (yeah, yeah)
[chorus]
catch me in my orange shirt, vontaze burfict (yeah, yeah)
take me out the league, it ain’t gon’ stop the hurtin’ (hoo hoo yeah hoo hoo yeah hoo hoo yeah hoo hoo yeah)
he was talkin’ worthless, he gon’ need a surgeon (rrr)
ain’t no fatigues but you know i been servin’ (eugh)
at the block party, 30 b~tches, and they twerkin’ (hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo, yeah)
why they all gather ‘round pope like a sermon? (swag)
‘cause they know i’m workin’, got they toes curlin’ (swag)
bad bitty perfect, she don’t need a surgeon (swag)

[verse 2]
gun up in his mouth, blow his throat out his assh0l~ (pew pew pew pew pew, boom)
glock doin’ sh~t previously thought impossible (grr, what)
glock blow the septum out your motherf~ckin’ nostrils (wow)
when i rock my show, they say, “you are very awesome.” (uh huh uh huh uh huh)
you are very welcome, you are very welcome (yeah, yeah)
souljaboytellem.com, yeah i tell ‘em (you)
2s mixtape, itunes, cop the album
rappin’ from my kitchen, i just made a chicken salad
bang her on my counter, now i’m full of lactic acid
make her cum three times, let’s talk about a hat trick (yes)
laid it down well, now the hoes, they harass me (what?)
it’s been a year, shawty, why the h~ll you still gon’ @ me? (stop it)
my elderly relatives, they still drivin’ a caddy (that’s unsafe, huh)
pulled a big club out of the bag, don’t need a caddy (uh huh)
free v~nasty, ‘til my throat raspy (rah)
next time seven gon’ ride with the family (rah)
pope seven’ll probably never ride in a phantom (baow baow baow baow boom baow, rah)
f~ck high society, man i can’t even stand ‘em (baow baow baow baow, f~ck ‘em)
it’s difficult to talk ‘bout nimby sh~t with my auntie (bah bah bah bah, uh)
it’s difficult to act nonviolent in front of my family (bah bo baow baow ha ho ha)
[chorus]
catch me in my orange shirt, vontaze burfict (yeah)
take me out the league, it ain’t gon’ stop the hurtin’ (f~ck)
he was talkin’ worthless, he gon’ need a surgeon (mm)
ain’t no fatigues but you know i been servin’ (why, mm)
at the block party, 30 b~tches, and they twerkin’ (twerk)
why they all gather ‘round pope like a sermon? (oh my god, why?)
‘cause they know i’m workin’, got they toes curlin’ (oh my god, why?)
bad bitty perfect, she don’t need a surgeon (perfect)

[break]
mm, uh, lu~, h~, rrr, yeah, uh huh (bah bo baow baow ha ho ha)

[chorus]
catch me in my orange shirt, vontaze burfict (yeah)
take me out the league, it ain’t gon’ stop the hurtin’ (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
he was talkin’ worthless, he gon’ need a surgeon (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
ain’t no fatigues but you know i been servin’ (yeah)
at the block party, 30 b~tches, and they twerkin’ (they been twerkin’)
why they all gather ‘round pope like a sermon? (mm)
‘cause they know i’m workin’, got they toes curlin’ (everywhere, yeah)
bad bitty perfect, she don’t need a surgeon

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