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letra de acetone gang - yung blender

[verse 1: yung blender]
f-ck around and mess with sh-t, squad covers the bail
your girly send me nudes, we call that express mail
when you play this song on loud it reads seven on the richter scale
when ya girly coming over, you know we watching shark tale
browsing shutterstock, all you see is my p-n-s
my clout extends all the way to venus
first one to die is the one that tattles
when i’m with the homies, build your base and battle
acetone gang, your squad listen with pity
in background of my wedding, you know its sh-ll city
listen to sw-nk, don’t miss a lecture
you know i’m pulling up to cl-ss strapped with the sketchers
chillin’ with the squad, i call them my neighbors
searching for the trap, find us in the saber
listening to your bars, they sounding unnatural
you have failed me for the last time admiral

[verse 2: t-bar $w-nk]
this sh-t flames, this is gonna make a grammy!
ay, acetone gang!
you ready for this sh-t?
here we go
okay
ay!
woo, woo, woo
okay it’s mr. 200 iq, six foot five
when it comes to stealing girlies, you know i’m not shy
vink daddy, wolf girl, and i don’t even try
i got my pick in my trunk and diamonds on my mind
never gonna stop cause for me it’s craft or die
i’m higher than colorado, but my flow is colder
being flier, being sicker, being realer, being bolder
ya girlie always let’s me cop a feel
always full and complete stops, i never yield
sh-t gets so wet, imma need my hydroshields
got more gold on my shelf than micheal semanick
all my women come from kazakhstan, call me nick slanec
t-bar sw-nk, is the man who just sang
always repping my homies at the acetone gang

[verse 3: personal pizza]
sniffing paint, like a f-cked up saint
she ain’t aloud to touch the taint
tim goes hard in the motherf-cking paint
sniffing glue, tim’s definitely a jew
we are under judicial review
beat that -ss like the battle of waterloo

[verse 4: lil’ wumph]
lil’ wumph on the beat
here we go
unleash a demon on the beat, mephistopheles
no way in heaven or in h-ll that you’ll be stopping me
from dropping these, lyrical philosophies
i spit that good sh-t, it’s straight from heaven
you better be ready to make that confession
i’m on that all purp diet, call that sh-t lean cuisine
always mad lit when i roll up on the scene

[adlib: yung blender]
he needs some milk!

[verse 4: lil’ wumph]
i never f-ck with high tiers, whether it’s fox or drake
catch me snoozin’ on their bars, just lying awake
my spittin’ sk!lls are high rised to an infinity
other mc’s claim i’m a rapping divinity
at least i use my rhymes as a vessel
to connect folks on my mental level
sorry if you find my lines a bore
i’m just a guy who likes to eats at a grocery store

- yung blender

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