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letra de mayday! - nick xl

[chorus]
that’s okay, they
will say what they say
everyone’s got their dre day
when i pop up, it’s mayday
that’s okay, they
will say what they say
everyone’s got their dre day
when i pop up, it’s mayday

[verse]
burning the medical
full clip, i’ma let it go
shots, shots, hit your brain like the fentanyl
put you in cellophane like collectibles
got green like vegetables
whole squad in my lane and we gettin’ close
i’m panera in the paint how i’m breading bulls/bowls
i’m a saint, you a fake, you a metaphor
i’m focused to max
i ain’t stone sober, but i’m stoned, it’s a fact
had your ho over just to blow out her back
call her combover ’cause it’s totally wack
i’m rollin’ with cats
that got chrome over all their shoulders and backs
and your show’s over when we roll in with gats
havin’ you check-in the gate like a picture just wrapped
b-tch, you’ll never get it ’cause you’re cinnabon
and i ain’t showin’ to your pity party ’cause i been along
i’m vinny vaughn with head shaved ’bout to get it on
skip the song and get preyed on like the synagogue
y’all don’t want the static when the pencil or the pen is drawn
bet that i’m pouring a corona out in taiwan
nice song, by that sh-t, i really mean a nice bomb
try somethin’, get your bike sn-tched and a piped mom
you think you f-ckin’ with x? i got the clip clutched
y’all are radiating irony just like a crip’s crutch
and i can cut the f-ckin’ beat up like it’s nip-tuck
i’m a wide receiver, you receiving wide d-ck, bruh
young shawn, heartbreaker with the kip-up
but when they all see me, people think it’s three 6 stuff
b-tch called me horrorcore, i had to get tough
but regardless, sick stuff, i’m in flux
this b-tch must be repping that juggalo trait
’cause i got her f-cked in the paint
you kickin’ the bucket ’cause chums we ain’t
you ain’t even a c-nt, you a taint
i’m runnin’ this b-tch, you just runnin’ in place
i could bludgeon you f-ckers to paste
i came from nothin’, i’m cuttin’ to chase
to break the lock off of the safe
and no one gonna say that they’re a cynic
but i’ll say it, i admit it, i been hatin’ for a minute
b-tch, it’s awful when i play your sh-t and i can’t even get it
when the sh-t i listen to, the dude can’t even make a sentence
and i’m bettin’ when i’m better veteran’s are gonna letter me
tellin me that they always saw it, but ain’t sent for me
you better be in awe of everything i’m ever pennin’
even if it’s track 7 off revival, i’m setting things
directly ablaze and i’m settin’ the stage
this ain’t a test, i’m the best in the place
f-cking with x, that’s a death wish and race
and, b-tch, i ain’t gon’ rest ’til a hex on my grave
just when they goin’ to switch stations, i switch it up
i sh-t gold, then sip lean from a sippy cup
i’m blitzkreiging the blunt whenever i’m in the clutch
and i know people say what they say, but i do not give a f-ck

- nick xl

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