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lirik lagu ​prodpulsar - ​my brudda make donuts he cookin dozens

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[verse]
swerving in a h~llcat, i don’t know how fast
got a fine b~tch, she wanna fly first class
tryna go to mars, but i ain’t see the forecast
i ain’t know sh~t, i feel like an outcast
i got blue b~lls from this mysterious b~tch
i told my bro: “this a devious witch”
“pick up the phone hoe”, i’m asking her: “which one?”
my money in the bank, it prolly weigh ten tons
my brudda make donuts, he cookin dozens
my car, it got twenty four handguns
to all my opps: its the end of you
i came to your hideout and stole all your shoes
boy tie your laces, those jawns is loose
smoking that good pack, i know you smell that
i rocked your sh~t, i know you felt that
did it feel good though, i don’t know
racing your car and your sh~t slow
you too scared to fight me, you is a hoe
leave your brains flat as sh~t like it’s dough
i got big arms, she got big tits
i hate you crackers, i ain’t talking bout ritz
lil gen alpha say w rizz
real gen z don’t speak no rap cap
you a lil p~ssy, all you do is fap~fap
in my 2 pockets i keep 2 strap~straps
that b~tch tryna fool you don’t fall for the trap
n~ggas think i’m white, all they do is yap
injecting these needles, my veins are a map
[outro: pulsar, alex jones & kanye west]
they’re a map, f~ck
i’m gonna interrupt you~
no, no, no, no, hold on alex, don’t interrupt me


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