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Colby Haugen
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(Fallen)
Aye, yeah, aye
Your bitch sit next to me, she know I'm crazy, I'm an animal (rah)
She throw that ass back, like she launched it out a catapult
Me, my crew pull up and turn the party to a fashion show (shit)
Fuckboy wanna act up shatter windows, when the hammers go (rah)
Smokin' on some flammable, bitch all we blow is gas (ss, ss)
Never catch a case bitch, 'cause I always wear a mask
Hit your bitch with mean pipe
Then I bounce 'cause this ain't date night (yeah)
Call me Young Chris Hanson, I'll catch you slippin' like it's Dateline
Ain't afraid to catch a charge (nah)
Sniper rifle, pick 'em off (pow)
Night ride on a pussy, like my last name Hasslehoff (beep, beep)
Fuck your father, your mother, your brother, sister and cousin
When I pull up on your block, I'm droppin' bodies in dozens
Hey, Wavehi, why these bitches always wanna test us? (Why?)
I'll turn on the autopilot and do a drive-by in a Tesla
Stationed down in Mexico, it's a every day fiesta (brah)
Bitch, I scam my clientele like my fuckin' name, Bethesda (yeah)
Fuck a bitch, fuck a pussy, fuck a cop and fuck a judge
Fuck the hatred, fuck the sadness, fuck your feelings, fuck the love
You can feel how you want about me, 'cause I do not give a fuck (yeah)
Don't bang my line, no more, motherfucker, 'cause I ain't pickin' up
Feelin' how you feelin' (yeah)
And you sayin' what you sayin' (what you sayin')
I'ma meet you in the cement
Bring that blade like Ninja Gaiden
I might have to call you blanket way I swing you from the railing
Quit your playing, I derail it
Picture perfect, I'm a failure (fucked up)
Yeah, I'm coming to your block and leaving with your bitch
Speaking to his face, I call him Corpse, because he whispering
Grew up playing Metal Gear Solid, so I'm a syndicate
That shit I hear you talking, boy, I do not think you living it
My flow so unlimited
Hit that clutch, I'm spinning it
I'm too rare, I'm limited
Young Mandel, I'm winning it
I make this money, adjust to the internet, bitch
Boy, hit the breaks or you hitting the ditch
Bryan Ortega, I'm popping his disc
Shout out to Nas because life is a bitch
Inspired my feelings in rapping like this
Ever since they play me, let me out my cage
I been switching up these flows just like my name was Ellen Page
Bitch
Say my name, you gon' say shit (shit)
I'm on j-a-s-i-a-h, I'ma break shit
Now I'm upping the pace just to break shift
Skrrt, you wasted
Wipe him off the map, like a blank disc
Beat so heavy that it gave your girl face lift
Rush it and you get basted
I ain't 'posed to rap, I ain't famous
If I'm gonna die, I'm gon' say shit
Before I'm sleeping underneath the pavement
I don't even care about your payment
I only say it once because, I don't make miss
Paying for your plays, yeah I think that that's a fake hit
Shawty hit my phone and she told me that her room vacant
If I want it, I might take it, if I don't, then I'ma fake it
It's like-
Argh, urgh, I'm out of service
Matter fact I'm lying
I do not think you worth it
It's clear, I'm-, (burr)
Writer(s): Colby Haugen, Scott Walker
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