- BRUHMANEGOD BLINKERS 歌词
- BRUHMANEGOD
- I'm on the horse track and they proddin'
Biatch, you gettin' sent back to where you started
2021, still ashin' in the carpet
He barely 21, already thrashin' in the garbage
Rappers think they got swag, it's unoriginal
Never had to scrap before, that's why they send subliminals
Never stepped inside a trap but rap like you a criminal
Yeah this shite exclusive, biatch, quit askin' what I get it for
All my opps runnin' up my streaming check
Callin' me the worst, they ain't even fookin' seen it yet
Callin' me some words, make me feel a sense of deep offense
Put me on when it's right 'cause I don't really need it yet
I'm on the horse, trapped in the races
I was born this way and i would never fookin' change it
Album on the way, you muthafookas keep it patient
(y'all bein rude as fook)
Guess Ima keep em waiting
(Cough I'm dyin')
Everybody wanna race till it's blinkers
Bad chinky ho and she suckin' on my fingers
You ain't hard, you never been, and you can't see the fookin' picture
I don't give a fook, everybody's a fookin' winner
(Is this 2018?)
This tandoori chicken bouta beat my fookin' ass
Pu**y talk shite, Ima put him in the grass
How you tell me bout me when you lookin' thru the glass
Ran another race, know that shite'll never last
I'm on the horse track n they proddin'
Biatch, you gettin' sent back to where you started
2021, still ashin' in the carpet
He barely 21, already thrashin' in the garbage
Smells like shite in every LA function
Devil in my room, he behind me
Talkin' heads tell me leave my team
Technically I ain't even rhyming
Fook swag, fook anyone who got it
I'm a thumbtack on ya muthafookin' bottom
You a cum rag that I use when I'm finished
Oh you love rap and abuse hella women?
You a rockstar, you gon' be a fookin' rockstar
I could ride a dumb horse too, yeah it's not hard
Yell rap, I could muthafookin' sell that
I don't give a shite if you couldn't already tell that
(Stay with us man, don't go into the light!)
Everybody wanna race till it's blinkers
Bad chinky ho and she suckin' on my fingers
You ain't hard, you never been, and you can't see the fookin' picture
I don't give a fook, everybody's a fookin' winner
Are you fooking serious?
What the fook did I tell you about trying
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