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lirik lagu tzb - weaving spiders

[produced by 808 district]

[verse 1]
people relying on drama to keep them alive
the truth is, everyone’s dying, we’re caught in a web full of lies
i don’t have to wear a disguise, i talk like this all the time
darkness sn-tches the light, penetrate a virgin in the night
“have good day”, but n0body safe
’cause bombs bout to rain from the sky
like one nine four five, all y’all hoes gon’ fry
all y’all n-ggas gon’ die, scary when i get this high
when i balance it out with the bottle
hear the devil smooth talking me like
“waiting for a christ to arrive, ’cause you gotta crisis in ya life?
talking bullsh-t to sky is for the birds, boy, better get the rye”
i know what it takes to go live
dog, you ain’t gotta remind me
i see them n-ggas do it all the time
but when it’s all done, i’ll end up damaged, d-mn

[chorus]
weaving, weaving, weaving
spiders
weaving, weaving, weaving
spiders
a n-gga don’t ever tired
b-tch switching lanes like a spider
they gossip, gotta keep it private
i’ll be sitting here silent

[verse 2]
you didn’t have to go, but you’re leaving me
it feels so odd, you getting even, see
you know it got hard, so you’re teasing me
you’ll never f-ck and know what you mean to me
you say talk is cheap, but this freedom of speech is really costly
and i don’t need to reach, i drop bars, t
hardly meek this week, i’m feeling b-llsy
bounced back to breathe, this a hard beat (heartbeat)
initiated a seizure, at least you got sleep
seeing my dream deleted still really haunts me
that’s why i spark the weed, and at the party
a full gl-ss of the piña, fill up the gauntlet
couldn’t even keep it private, they got binoculars
so many 00s, a lot of spy-kids
the definition of love is uh, f-ck sh-t (affection)
go look it up, b-tch

[verse 3]
n-ggas steady hitting me like, “homie, what’s the deal?”
and these b-tches keep on texting me, they only want my bills
aww, no, aww, no, i don’t want you ’round here
and that messy hoe wan’ be my baby, she just need a bib (ew)
i gon’ need more beer (yeah)
i don’t need no whip (whip)
never opt to take her shopping, ’cause she was giving me lip (lip)
p-ssy popping, ooouuu, please stop it, ’cause it’s loose as sh-t
y’all know i really don’t care (yeah)
smoke a lil blunt and then dip (dip)
and she on that pill, as a kid, she watched ‘little bill’
i don’t need that sh-t, i’m on doja when i trip
hardly at my crib, yeah, party til i drip, uh
yo, i just wanna chill, ain’t tryna hear about your affairs (naw)

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