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lirik lagu pseudodemonio - 18 - michigan

called my brother frank the other day, told him “man we gotta blow”
catch me walking out the stu, you looking round you gon’ meet pols
marky he done seen a hunnid times more l!cks than envelopes
man i hope that when we bend yo brother wait to drop that post

f~ck it bro i’m going ghost
f~ck it take the armor off and then lets see who comin’ close
you done one and done throat itchy but i’m on my fourth
brodie dropped it on the floor, left a hole up inside the carpet
i put holes up through his door

you can’t catch holes in my flow
best believe if keady catch you out tonight yo spirit finna float
i be sippin’ root beer but in it f~ck it drop a four
double back cause siri got me lost like what the f~ck she on?
i’m done eating salisbury man it’s time we getting stoned

whippin’ up just like a chemist lesson
prepaid from 10~7
i won’t wear no tech i’m standing out the simmons bent his blessing
44 like what the f~ck you on the temp gon make a wrecking
way the way the za be spelling love you think this sh~t a wedding

hunnid commas what i chase
i be working for that bag you having fun you can’t relate
spin through your town and everybody boots begin to quake
pressing on the gas be d~mned if i ever get caught by jakes
i ain’t even pay a for that brick i smelled that sh~t was fake
but b~tch don’t take me for no seller
them boys aim like h~llen keller
left em stretched like frieda khalo
spun again and did it better

scp p~demon out it must have been some nice weather
seen the boss around the way he must detect that cards was melting
must’ve heard lil brodie stepping. sh~t it’s hard to hear~
my weed gon’ have y’all lining up at ssa like come and get a check~in
y’all gon’ need some citalopram cause my life y’all steady stressing
i been smoking pete and sippin’ frank i’m hot with lethal weapons

doc can’t help my organ failure sh~t i might just need a donor
the way that yo bro b~tching off these woods i think that he a b~n~r
the way that i be deep inside my bag they think that i’m a loner
10 out of 10 excel in accuracy that bullet smacked his vomer

i ain’t scared of:
diamond checkers
bill collectors
life threateners
drippin’ sauce this light weather
i ain’t got no light pressers

fire sauce like watch me bend
broad credit while i work that bin
i might not move legal but in 10 years
classwork i’m in
next up feeling like a champ rocking sandals when these slides pop
201~580 drop the low get caught just like some eye drops
said you want some lavender been pushing out from f~cking 5 spots
brodie sick he know i got more carbs on me than i~hop

you’d think some sh~t forbidden keep it quite 401
jocky keep a stick, but he not buff take him to the sun
swisher chase the black it got me looking down like cha~bum~kun
i don passed the class tote 308’s to graduations

- lirik lagu pseudodemonio

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