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Mantra Lyrics

Get your lady
Cop, piff, inhale and cough
Rip the label off this
Picked the road that got twists
I'm holding my d*** and playing cautious
I'mma show you how it's done right, n****
Drop this when the sunlight gone
Better run right home when the sky turn black
Screaming "f*** five-0" 'til my line go flat
In that ash-gray beamer we'll be callin that the pigeon coupe
Jackknife b****** to the couches in they living rooms
Ask who the best and I doubt that they picking you
Back like how I need to style, I invented you, yup
Act like you don't know the name
Only time I ain't eating when the cho-cha stanky
Listening to "Pre", getting throat while I lane switch
b****** by the three licking c**e off the pinky of a poster child
You're supposed to hate me, bold and wild
You broke and angry, my n****
Name getting bigger than the difference between us
n***** is fake, I limit the features I give 'em
Sweat (sweat) shirt (shirt)
You know you famous when the n***** that surround you switch
And if they hated in a passive tense
And now they hound your d***
And you ain't ask for this
Now you surrounded with a gaggle of 100 f****** thousand kids
Who you can't get mad at, when they want a pound a pic
Cause they the reason that the traffic on the browser quick
And they the reason that the paper in your trouser's thick
I said sweat (sweat), shirt (shirt)
You can tell the Reaper I'mma meet 'em when he send for me
With a cleaver and a .30, and some twisted weed
I pick one, and let the crimson leak, n****
Get your lady
Cop, piff, inhale and cough
Rip the label off this
Picked the road that got twists
I'm holding my d*** and playing cautious

You used to say you like violins and your lifestyle depend on me
And I know it's night time when you get lonely
And tell all your little friends how that b**** stole me
And despite all of the facts that you got phony
You gon' tell them about the night that you exposed me
For the b****** I was
And how I probably smashed every b**** that I passed in the club
And the last couple months was the worst
Cause I smashed all the trust
That I earned in the past couple months
That we had as a couple
My absence of f****
Was a problem that we ain't ever really get to solve
We just smashed and we scuffled
Tryna keep it calm but I snap at you
Now you're taking all your property back and it's obvious that
That apart from the fact that we f*** and it's bomb
And I hate when you home
And when I'm gone I don't call cause you nag
Man, I brought you some s***
And I bought you some s***
What you offering here?
What the f*** you offering here?
Get your lady
Cop, piff, inhale and cough
Rip the label off this
Picked the road that got twists
I'm holding my d*** and playing cautious
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