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letra de the baccy song - love sept.

[intro]
and there he is, folks
the worst producer on the planet
prop

[verse 1: hen$haw]
yeah, prop, who made it (made it)
rock in a sock, i swing (swing)
rock in a belt, i swing it (huh)
i been here ages (time)
clean, stainless (drr)
she give me brain, she brainless
eye in the sky can’t make us
man can’t aim how my aim is (doof, doof)
aim too sl!ck like sl!ck rick, uh
slit wrist b-tch wanna be my mistress (yah)
blood all over the picnic, uh
you can never level like this, this big sh-t
man had to switch up the accent (tell ’em, g)
[?] for ransom (yo, yo)
come on the scene on a [?] (yo, yo)
[?] (has anyone got the time?)

[hook: hen$haw & bvdlvd]
posh ting like, “where’s my baccy?”
tune dutty, big batty
flow duppy, no cappy
yours nappy, tree sappy
big daddy, spliff cali
i love when the bass hit cruddy
slime, my nose is runny, uh (woah, big mad tings)
uk sh-t, never sunny
[verse 2: bvdlvd]
err, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, big bvdlvd, many flows (huh, wha’, huh, huh)
top g, that’s me, andy tate would never know (never)
no dead spliffs, only chodes, big bundas near my nose
give me my baccy now (ergh)
if i don’t get my blem in the next five minutes i’m leaving the collective (help me out)
f-ck all the love sept. objectives, let’s sell contraceptives (s-xy)
you be catching sepsis, v.ri’s d-ck all mad infectious (err)
prop made this one out in texas, here’s the verse, now i’d like the cheque, please (yeah, yeah, yeah)
when man in the ends tried to check me, in a flash of light, i just equipped the cheffy
[?] shank, i just took the headpiece
[?] next to his [?]
[?] taste, well, rather sweaty
i’m looking at him, right now, on the settee (spank me)
[?] girlfriend, rather s-xy
i’m making money rapping eliquently

[verse 3: v.ri]
this ain’t a silencer, this is the [?]
i been a monster, it come with a gun
i’m in a city to find a new fund
i’m in a village, they running for good
(i want the) i want the city to die
[?] s-m-n, i cum with a front
what are they selling? a president bong
i want a city as red as a card
getting some head in a ‘rari
sip on a b-tch and i’m feeling like god
maybe you’ll see my foot in a harley
spinning vibrations getting me hard
yeah, hogan, [?]
[?] and i feel like logan
[?] go send ’em, [?]
[?] back to my bros [?]
[?] mi casa
[?] trapper
[?]
i been head first in the dirt
i been a smith and a wesson
[?] sir
discard [?], started selling and dealing with hurt
[hook: hen$haw]
posh ting like, “where’s my baccy?”
tune dutty, big batty
flow duppy, no cappy
yours nappy, tree sappy
big daddy, spliff cali
i love when the bass hit cruddy
slime, my nose is runny, uh
uk sh-t, never sunny
posh ting like, “where’s my baccy?”
tune dutty, big batty
flow duppy, no cappy
yours nappy, tree sappy
big daddy, spliff cali
i love when the bass hit cruddy
slime, my nose is runny, uh
uk sh-t, never sunny

[outro: hen$haw]
no, seriously
no, if i can’t find my baccy within the next 2 minutes some–no, sandra, someone’s getting f-cking duppied
ya understand? ya real badman (prop, who made it)

- love sept

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