Booger
Muze Sikk
GENRE
How many boots licked
How many new trends
How many palms greased
How many blahs peeped
Watch me eek out a leak without a feed
That fresh drip is not a plus bro your works cracked
Plummet
Love me
Jealous
I forgot I dropped your whole EP last week
And the week before that
And the week before that
And the week before that
Yah yah
And the week before that
And the week before that
And the week before that
Yah yah
Time will balance every scale
And justice is a MF
Take all of me
And chеw it up
And spit that bitter cold out before your brain freezе
A saint always seems to the one to pick you up and by the time you come down to Earth your buried deep
I’m not a stain on the game
I’m a booger on their fame
Heck a heckler could tug upon their chains
Approval is lukewarm and truth is a loophole
A shoe full of loose sores
Run it up
7 tracks 3 months bro you lazy
I sever acts from the craft y’all are crazy
What sorta image can you conjure up today b?
Slacking on the steez you better hate me
If you don’t I will make you
With my pour I will influence the fake you
We don’t date dues we just make moves
Feats of fate true to the tape loop
In the studio like Lennon
If you feeling sour suck a lemon
Carolina reaper with the way my
Lips Flaming
The softest bullet in your gut is my sustaining
How many new trends
How many palms greased
How many blahs peeped
Watch me eek out a leak without a feed
That fresh drip is not a plus bro your works cracked
Plummet
Love me
Jealous
I forgot I dropped your whole EP last week
And the week before that
And the week before that
And the week before that
Yah yah
And the week before that
And the week before that
And the week before that
Yah yah
Time will balance every scale
And justice is a MF
Take all of me
And chеw it up
And spit that bitter cold out before your brain freezе
A saint always seems to the one to pick you up and by the time you come down to Earth your buried deep
I’m not a stain on the game
I’m a booger on their fame
Heck a heckler could tug upon their chains
Approval is lukewarm and truth is a loophole
A shoe full of loose sores
Run it up
7 tracks 3 months bro you lazy
I sever acts from the craft y’all are crazy
What sorta image can you conjure up today b?
Slacking on the steez you better hate me
If you don’t I will make you
With my pour I will influence the fake you
We don’t date dues we just make moves
Feats of fate true to the tape loop
In the studio like Lennon
If you feeling sour suck a lemon
Carolina reaper with the way my
Lips Flaming
The softest bullet in your gut is my sustaining
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