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Lunatic Lyrics


Daboii Lunatic

[Verse]
And I can tell he insecure in the pool wit' a shirt on
Million dollar deal, I'm at the table in church clothes
I ain't done committing sins, what the f..ck I'm in church for?
If the pigs turn on them lights, switch gears I'm in tuck mode
I been peeped who ain't f..cked wit' me through these Cartier's
Nigga I ain't never gave no f..ck like it's hard to care
I'm smoking on that pack, that musty pack, this ain't no armpit hair
Talking off my ear with these rocks in 'em, I can hardly hear
Get from near me all you niggas weird
Let my mama down that's my biggest fear
No sympathy, walk to a opp nigga coffin then I piss in there
Living up in hell but I be lit bitch I be ripped in here
Packed outside the show bitch we got pool we brought the stick in here
I never change, remain the same lil' bitch I'm different where?
Nigga you gon' have to run this back in case you missed a lyric
Yeah I know some snakes scared of the grass they just be hissing here
You don't love me for this and that, give me a better reason
Oh you got vultures? Send 'em over, we got desert eagles
Only thing niggas squash is bugs opps be forever beefing
Bitch don't you ask me 'bout no nigga I was never seen with
Bitch don't you offer me no help, I will never need it
Bitch don't you bring up loyalty 'cause you don't never bleed it
Tired of niggas always claiming hoods that they don't never be in
If aren't outside you gon' miss somethin', I don't never sleep in
Niggas get the rock then get to fumbling, incompleted passes
How you want it? Got niggas that be shootin' and be beating asses
I don't like the way you niggas flow here go a C for average
Niggas always acting like they active, I don't beef wit' actors
DaBoii, how the f..ck you so consistent? I don't even practice
Still got checks from like the year before, I ain't even cash 'em
Ain't let my foot off niggas necks, I'ma keep attacking
Seen a lot of shit but if they ask me I ain't seen what happened
I be wit' the gang on that gang shit, naw bitch ain't on the rapping
Mom I hope you praying for your baby 'cause your son a factor
Fun fact my mama is my daddy, I am such a bastard
You running up a check that's a lie, unless you running backwards
Niggas changing every day, that's that shit I do not get
Make another family cry, that's that shit I'll do again
I know I got a lot of cents but you gon' make me lose my sense
Tryna bring the old me back they wanna see me lose my gift
When I talk in general they put in any shoe that fit
If you ask about my ex, I'ma ask you who that is
Yeah I rock a lot of ice name a nigga cool as this
I'm a young wild nigga rocking wit' some lunatics
Bitch


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