VIVIENNE WESTWOOD lyrics

[Intro: Bruhmanegod]
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[Verse 1: Bruhmanegod]
I got a bag (Bag)
It's full of rats (Rats)
It's vivienne (-Enne)
I copped the swag (Swag)
I cop a bag (Bag)
It's full of work (Work)
I smoke it down (Down)
My lungs is hurt
Murk indiscriminately like thingthing
In my presence every bird is singing
Told you keep your head up now ya stomach wringing
'Cause I wasn't kidding, gotta get
Gotta keep, never let
Anybody tell you nothin
Kill yourself or get to druggin
I have found myself in the common k-nowledge
But I'd rather be that than broke, sh*t
I won't make my dome split open
If you need a token, go mix
Y'all lil boys got no kits no hits
[Verse 2: Eddison & CXRPSE]
Walked in wit da cat p*ss, get long
This choppa shoot ya like a celtic, don't run from it
These bullets turn you to a retard
Shoot a n*gga whеre his teeth are
Poppin E, twistin bodies likе it's cigarettes
Make a n*gga face turn around when he hit his head
I got a fat di*k in my pocket, it's f*cked up
I got a lil bird and it's fat, I got ketamine (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Verse 3: Cxrpse]
Beat a n*gga till he crippin on the west coast
Caught the n*gga lackin snap his neck like he got strep throat
n*ggas feral ghouls and I gotta clear the metro
I just want a b*tch that's like Marilyn and she retro, ayy, ayy
I might find her n*gga and tie him up, make me c*m
Noose around his neck you a pus*y you tryna run
Lynch a f*ckin n*gga i'm guessing that n*gga hung
Shootin everybody the underground on a hunt

[Verse 4: Lil Darkie]
Rick shaw, n*gga did saw my di*k, eat the pig raw
Bacon goodness shake inside my body greasy slick
Shaking potty when I'm sh*ttin sh*t be hittin different, it
Is so godly when I'm modeling she be waddling pus*y stick
Door knocka, smoke the flaka feel like shaka zulu
Hulu watcher I don't like the television missing when I poopoo kaka
Fartin smokin martian I'm departing like "who you knew papa?"
Mama want a comma or two, I'ma short you
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[Verse 5: DNFJAY]
Big meaty sewage smoker
I be walkin round with my leaf blower
Heat toter, beat my f*ckin di*k
Make the time slower
Bouta smoke a spliff in some nice weather
While I'm walkin round heavy meat strokin
I be diddy boppin while I'm crip walkin tik tokin
Slap a soggy n*gga if he keep talkin keep walkin stupid

[Verse 6: fl.vco]
Open third eye
You on the wrong side
Switch and all fly
In the mustang I let my di*k bang
Sneaky demon
Leaky creek on my own never learn how to speak
Leaky creek the reaper lost his power to reap
Piccolo I'on choose to smoke it chooses me
Cut the trees cut my feet and do a dance onto the street
Meeper peep bozo
Got the shotty and I creep along the fleet solo
Lizard fly while he cries

[Outro: Bruhmanegod]
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