Trash Song
Y.L.A
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This just a fast song, how my cash long Not about my growth or actions or depression Just like all them other rap songs by them wackjobs Didn't need no skill or passion Just this trap jawn This my motherfucking trash song I could rap on Need to make sure that it slap son Breaking glass son Just like all them other rap songs by them wackjobs Words meaningless as that wax on, off, back on I told these motherfuckers, good luck Go ahead and roll the dice I had to go and fix the numbers 'Cause you know I set the price I had to go hook up the homies 'Cause I'm way too fucking nice Now you all know I had to do it, Had to do it to 'em twice So what's my thing? Do I rap or do I sing? I don't eat cats, I don't eat dogs I don't go "Ching chong, ching chong, ching" Balling up on the court Just stay shooting from the wing Then I pull up to the range Just stay working on my swing Now your girl calling me daddy Yours, you barely even knew him Parting hoes like the Red Sea So is you really running through them? Talking bout how you got plans But crayons were how you drew them How you talking bout your stim If you already blew right through em Someone call a fucking medic These hoes looking diabetic Passing out from all the bills Not Benjis, drowning in credit Didn't even take a loss to be looking that pathetic Alarm clocks be like my money I just set it and forget it YourLocalAsian, now I'm gone This just a fast song, how my cash long Not about my growth or actions or depression Just like all them other rap songs by them wackjobs Didn't need no skill or passion Just this trap jawn This my motherfucking trash song I could rap on Need to make sure that it slap son Breaking glass son Just like all them other rap songs by them wackjobs Words meaningless as that wax on, off, back on Feeding off these fools Man I'm feeling like a cannibal It's always been that way since we was drinking up the Danimals I'm finna get em all Like my middle name was Hannibal Calculating every move like my insides were mechanical Sounding like an informant the way my words be swarming Consider this your final warning Bitch, your OnlyFans is boring Instead of jerking off, I'm scrolling This my review, this ain't trolling Damn you said you want my money Custom requests you ignoring So I put this shit in motion But I'm feeling no emotions I just feel y'all have the notion that I was the only chosen Cops ask what's all the commotion Chill out fam, we wasn't smokin' Matter fact, man what's the deal with all my homies you've been choking? Don't back up, I wasn't joking 'Ruption deeper than the ocean Say you just doing your job But what's murder without devotion Guess blood's just a secret potion for societal promotion Man the system really broken Y'all just garbage in the ocean Go ahead and burn em all This just a fast song, how my cash long Not about my growth or actions or depression Just like all them other rap songs by them wackjobs Didn't need no skill or passion Just this trap jawn This my motherfucking trash song I could rap on Need to make sure that it slap son Breaking glass son Just like all them other rap songs by them wackjobs Words meaningless as that wax on, off, back on
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