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• Artiste: Sybyr
• Titre: Squabble With The Struggle
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Anti It gets real in your mind, what you tell yourself? Y'all be frownin' like a motherfucker, what you want? (Landfill) Still squabble with the struggle, gettin' no help Don't be checkin' spendin' habits, but I got a belt Surprised they rockin' with Armani, random as hell I just copped the other day, along with said belt Don't be sayin' where I'm from, keepin' safe from Hell And the flame from an oven, it be hot to spill Lazy biter, wanna give this shit a try too? Tell me how I'm doing, who do I sound like to you? Big bass in this bitch, got a voice too That's enough, I gotta piss inside the icе, cool I got green, brown, blue, and some black too Those wеre lipstick colors, yeah, I'm a fool Don't give a fuck, I'll kiss your face and try to give a bruise Be a bloody babe with no caused pain Couple stacks on reserve before a fuckin' purge That's the word, I don't dress, I just make it work Eatin' fresh, not sloppy, you can top me, though This ain't rap, this is pop at the best, worst Do your dirty deed elsewhere, fuckin' jerk Sing these lyrics in the shower, you a weird girl Oh, that's cool, you wear designer and give it a twirl A Valentino camo shirt, but it wasn't though Play with Play-Doh, play this in a K-hole Picture perfect at its best, such a slight joke We just jumpin' through the hoops of this bein' woke I tell a story, didn't resonate a fuckin' soul They say the same thing, now it's crowd controlled Maybe workin' 'til near-death is the glory hole That was silly, now just tickle random poor souls I just poured another dry, with the Seroquel