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lirik lagu trash colony - dagwood

[intro — juggout]
(sharp breath in)
that’s my rap noise

[verse 1 — juggout]
ink smudge on my forces, i’m flooring
thirty pounds hidden, moving with a f~cking forklift
with vinny aka. “the florist”
running up the block filling pots with the fineness of a sore mint
all my drip is 100% homage
never been [?] by my blood and my brothers’ that’s fallen
if i jump off a porch i hope it’s in the lava
like i don’t gotta resource the exponential [?]
i still use a cracked iphone x, that’s a trap phone
the coke kept clogging the d~mn home
~b~tton. so don’t call me out on stuntin’
checks on my crêpes but i swear to god i’m flunkin’
woke up looking rough so i put some rain on it
keep a kc on my d~ck and put a ck on it
woke up looking rough so i put some rain on it
keep casey off my d~ck and i put a ck on it
(yuhhh)

[verse 2 — nimrod]
i’m on my motherf~cking colemak sh~t
cause all my [?]’ll leave you puzzled
[?] and rip the door of your whip
fornicating with the crazy sh~t
my poisonous lips’ll leave ’em shaking from the shock
triple dose, make ’em sick, uh
yo, i’ll take you straight to the source
gritty boom baps accompany my verbal retorts
take your brother, throw him up in the freezer, and lock the door
just to thaw him out scribble write evil lyrics on his rotten corpse
cause my words are tight enough to crack a gold grill
boastin’ and roastin’ i speak emotionless still
my words [?] mixing dro with the rock
you can bet i’ll track you down if you even think to talk, b~tch
yeah, don’t know that i’m tighter than a leather watch?
my reach expands from the city to the boondocks
my block pop two shots
cruise through in a black chevy with thick tits and blood on the drop[what?]
[verse 3 — vincent verrgo]
i’m on my motherf~cking hemingway
i never wave farewell to arms just a farewell to grub on my denny’s plate
farewell on icebergs, belly up awaiting my end days
sketch frame, haters teary~eyed with a red face
red capes gray when we ash on kings’ robes
[?] bumpin’ [?] gold
drag spliffs preach crews on the king’s road
[?] shade on each end like a spring roll
listen, vincent double jump off one tap
duck administrator’s dub bag under his dunce cap
uppercut cats tryna share fun facts i already know
v embodies stray dogs on the roads
staring down traffic [?] flare in the nose
parables of a globe ghoul seeing a town vanquished
mustache, dynamite, limp on out a cave, sh~t
get up in your personal sp~ce and shout drainage

[outro]
drain
drain
(yes, yes, that’s what i’ve been talking about right there)
(yes, [?] these kids are what hip~hop needs)

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