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SCORN
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Nascar Aloe
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Hold up, sh*t, hold up, sh*t, hold up Hold up, sh*t, hold up, sh*t, hold up Hold up, sh*t, hold up, ayy Yeah, ayy (Dwilly make it weird, go) Beat your a** down 'cause I got time, lil' b*t*h (B*t*h) They don't like my sound 'cause in your mind it don't make sense Do you get this feeling because I know this sh*t intense (Yeah) Don't got no friends, but I need a place to fit Don't face the real 'cause I can see straight through your lens (Pu**y) Can't match my energy, I swear it make you sh*t yourself I'm too sick, low health, you want smoke, inhale Pu**y tried to fight me but you won't prevail You said you don't like me, but I'll check you just like Nike, uh My n***as not fighting, but they'll shoot you just like Spike Lee, uh Punch you in your lip until it swell and look like Kylie, uh Beat your a**, I'll beat your a** then put you on a white tee, uh A, B, C, D, E, F, G All of you can suck my d**k One, two, three b*t*hes on me All of them have sucked my d**k I got on a plain white tee I wish that it had your pic on it, that would fill me with glee That would make me so happy H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P All of my n***as are gettin' paid with me Eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen Racks in the pockets of my jeans Q, R, S, n***a, T, U, V I put a Quaalude in codeine W, X, b*t*h, Y and Z Uh, all Spider Gang do is get to that green You said you don't like me, but I'll check you just like Nike, uh My n***as not fighting, but they'll shoot you just like Spike Lee, uh Punch you in your lip until it swell and look like Kylie, uh Beat your a**, I'll beat your a** then put you on a white tee, uh Scorn, scorn, scorn Scorn, scorn, scorn, scorn Scorn, scorn, scorn Scorn, scorn, scorn, scorn Yeah, ayy I just descend into madness, uh Count all this money, forget all the sadness (Yeah) I got a b*t*h and I'm breakin' her back Smokin' my d**k like an motherf**kin' addict (Haha) I'm in that b*t*h and she tell me who that is (Baow, baow) Skeet in her eye, eye, aye-aye captain F**kin' with me, put a hole in your chest B*t*h a** n***a, you look just like Raditz And I'm tryna get this money, but I know it's all the same All these n***as play like Abel, but they know they really Cain (Ew) You ain't- You ain't got no flavor, b*t*h, you taste like Raising Cane's (Gang) If your mental stable, then I know that you ain't gang Know that you ain't gang Know that- know that you ain't gang Know that you ain't gang You said you don't like me, but I'll check you just like Nike, uh My n***as not fighting, but they'll shoot you just like Spike Lee, uh Punch you in your lip until it swell and look like Kylie, uh Beat your a**, I'll beat your a** then put you on a white tee, uh
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