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letra de hipster iv - mitchie bangs

penny for your thoughts?
fuck it, i’ll give you mine
fuck changing the world, i’m trying to get a dime
wanna take energy? you’re gonna make enemies
you wanna hate mitchie bangs?
cool bro, get in line
and for everyone who thought
that i would quit it i’m
burning all you basic b-tches
when i spit acidic rhymes
so you better brace yourself like invisiline
preemo and 5’9”, 59, this shit is prime
yeah, d-mn right man this shit is prime
only listen to my fans i’ll be d-mned
if i ever let a motherfucking critic climb
i’ll be d-mned if i ever let a motherfucking critic shine
and for everybody listening to mitchie bangs
and wondering when i’m gonna be famous
i tell them give it time
cause i’m only nineteen but shit i got a dream
up in this game and b-tch i brought a team
fuck a fake fool cause my fate is foreseen
i’m clean, i mean i’m a fucking machine
hit on that spliff then i split up your spleen
b-tches be sipping on lean
then fucking with dudes who gon’ leave them with crabs like their name is eugene
you know what i mean
its a fucked up world
can’t trust anybody, i just fucked your girl
funny cause i never been the one to give two fucks
but now i’m looking so fly in these new chucks
but i can not relax, theres no stopping that
i’m trying to make it to the top and back
but now these b-tches say they’re talking facts
they better drop the acts before i drop an axe
i been plotting stacks
trying to get so much green i’m the one that these motherfuckers envy
please try your best to offend me
fill me up with doubt, its the doubt that sent me
i know a lot of motherfuckers who condemn me
really they’re the ones who could never comprehend me
thats why i’m winning twice every time you fail
but right now b-tch i’m louder than a blue whale
thats like 180 decibels
so i treat this beat like its the art of war
i don’t need this heat so i delete defeat
so i can show these non-believers what this heart is for
but you’re fake when you’re off the beat
so if you’re talking street you can not compete
and your day’s only gonna get worse, cause with one verse
i could make your whole career obsolete
i mean honestly
i got six mixtapes, like five fans
four years ago i would just drive fans
i’m like three years away from just blowing up
i’m still growing up but thats a lie fam
cause i don’t ever want to be deprived man
of my creativity cause i’m the one motherfucker that survived man
i got no regrets
okay maybe like one or two but who’s counting those
maybe some perfectionist b-tch i suppose
they been waiting for my dreams to just decompose
but i propose that we juxtapose
i dont fuck with hoes so i propose
we put an end to all these hoes saying
“what are those”
i’m a yeti to the serengeti, better be ready
i know my burden ain’t heavy, thats why i pop the confetti
cause its a party departing, part of me pardons the fuck
who took one look at us and scoffed
if i was you i would duck
under the covers, my lyrics flying as hot the summers
the game is like the baddest b-tch, always thinking of her
brother you fuck with us? thats a mistake, no time for abortion
you calling me a twisted nut? testicular torsion
but if lyrics made the money, legends club would make a fortune
everywhere the wind blows, blow it way out of proportion
until i’m rapping in a mental hospital, trapped in contortions
a schizophrenic menace overflowing on endorphins
but i love it when she grips my sword
i ain’t leaving until her hips are sore
yeah i’ll show you motherfuckers what this shit is for
when i drop this track and give you motherfuckers hipster iv
b-tch

- mitchie bangs

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