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letra de afternoon breakfast - ur new favorite war criminals

[part 1]

[verse 1: ilysm]
whatever they talkin’ about, i don’t really care
sounded bored as h-ll and think those numbers isn’t fair?
brodie ain’t got no bars
no punchlines or ssrs
and my pull rate ‘bout as high as my fire rate, you ain’t gettin’ far
lookin’ at my bank account got big os like ot
they talkin’ so much sh-t on ily but they don’t even know me (i swear)

[verse 2: sor uh]
yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
still talkin’ my sh-t ‘round the clock
i ain’t give no f-cks best you runnin’ some block
you a little ass boy got no cash you could cop, b-tch

[verse 3: ilysm]
look, we made it with no middle man
big strap gon’ punch a hole up inside your middle, man
turn him into ravens they gon’ want nevermore
if they pull up, up, give him more, givе him more, give him more!

[verse 4: sor uh]
ayy, ayy
stеp in my waistband
i ain’t giving my shot up for waste, man
i don’t care about no talk on my name, man
keep that sh-t out of your mouth if you know what’s best
just a week on your tracks hitting from your chest
little f-ckboy
little f-ckboy talk too much
got 10k views ‘cause he vibe too much
do you love yourself?
i’m hearin’ not too much, yuh
[part 2]

[verse 1: ilysm]
ayy
like it’s [?] boy
i burn my [?] out of my head
y’all should really do the same since i’m getting sick of seein’ y’all
posted on my timeline, paying for the limelight, ugh
and i don’t mean to stall
but they was hatin’ on my ass before i went off the wall
they acting like my bro when i ain’t talk to them at all
p-ssy now it’s on sight, jump up in the bright light

[verse 2: sor uh]
i don’t feel winnin’ or grass in the kneepack
i don’t interact on twitter and they see that
i don’t need no middle man
i don’t need no b-tch made pr-ck tryna tell me which d-ck that i should diddle man
you got less potential than a new minecraft lp
sayin’ you make waves while you drownin’ in them (help me!)
understand quick little b-tch i’m war
i got big d-ck dogs and that each one loyal
baby need a middle man
baby want a cosign
baby you should worry ‘bout if you were at the gold mine
n0body will give a f-ck about you and your lack of racks
i could bet my life you’re bullsh-ttin’ on all your tracks
it’s too easy
please stay predictable
please stay sleazy
i rap about the racks and bands i don’t make
but i know between us i make the most cake, uh
[outro]
to be continued?

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