Correction Lyrics BLOW UP! by Cam Steady

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Ain't been gettin' no love, ain't been givin' no f**ks
Got me like I'm Bakugo, I think I'm 'bout to blow up, now
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Ain't been gettin' no love, ain't been givin' no f**ks
Got me like I'm Bakugo, I think I'm 'bout to blow up, now
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

A couple bangs, a couple bands, I'm makin' sound
Don't give a damn about a fan, it ain't for clout
We throwin' hands, explosive jabs, I'll take you down
You fallin' man, you couldn't stand, a second round
Hey, watch just what you say or kid, disintegrate, hey
Blow their minds away when both my fists hittin' they face, hey
Wanna catch a fade, then know you gonna fade away
I don't trip on what thеy say, I be drippin' in my way
No ice is on my wrist, got ISIS on my wrist
Man, each fingеr is a trigger, when I light up a b*t*h
Why they be writin' a diss, while they be ridin' my d**k
Ain't talkin' guns when I say, that your hun ignitin' the stick
Man what the f**k, could be wrong with you b*t*hes, I'm like a doctor in business
Steppin' in my office way they comin' to me for some st**ches
Hospital be where you livin', and your squad all wanna visit
It's a bomb threat, every time I step into the buildin', boom
Ain't been gettin' no love, ain't been givin' no f**ks
Got me like I'm Bakugo, I think I'm 'bout to blow up, now
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Ain't been gettin' no love, ain't been givin' no f**ks
Got me like I'm Bakugo, I think I'm 'bout to blow up, now
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

I'm a demon
Sweaty palms, b*t*h I know you see them gleaming
Icy hot flow, I don't need a reason
F**k around with the team, call it treason
Twin shorty's on my wrist, come and see them
Oh my god. put your hands up
Come into my city, b*t*h. you villains all suck
Born with the vision, I create my own luck
And my AP cannon got these nerds saying "f**k"
I don't, need to, ride with, anybody, I'm a, savage
Breaking through to, number 1, you take my spot, I'm bound to grab it, b*t*h
I don't wanna tell you twice, get the f**k out my face
Sick of all these fake saints wearing glitter and capes
With the flick of one wrist, I could turn you to wraiths
I'd rather die on my feet then live a f**king disgrace, you little b*t*h

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