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Ignoring Everyone
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Ignoring Everyone was released on October 31, 2021 by twogeebs as a part of the album Tha Geeb Tape 2
October 31, 2021
Labeltwogeebs
LanguageEnglish
BPM75
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

I miss you, let's hang out
Stop ignoring me
Bye, see you over the weekend
Ah, check it
From Hillside, I never turn my back to the street
Save your opinions, ain't nobody ask you to speak
Spit fire, now motherfuckers mad at me
Complain when it's hot when y'all the ones that ask for the heat
Your shit is trash, boy, I pass on your beat
Rather be sleep or somewhere smoking wax on a beach
****, just peep
You know I flow tight to the seams
Matter fact, I flow as tight as your jeans
Fuck do y'all mean? I mean
I'm only out for the green and my respect
Tarnish my name, I tarnish your neck
Better protect
Take advice from the Rizza
I deliver much quicker than pizza
The Grim Reaper in a Vans hoodie
I been doing this, bitch, I ain't no damn rookie
But I'll take a new artist nomination
I'm an abomination
**** foul and flagrant, shady like double agents
But I don't give a fuck, I'm patient
Boy, I'ma make it
Just keep grinding, my ****, this shit'll pay off
Have **** hurting like the Stars in the playoffs
Monkey **** doing monkey shit, so go and get the apes
If I was you, I'd wanna be me too, so I respect the hate
When I get high, I feel that I can fly like fucking Lexa Gates
Up next, I'm great, there ain't room for debate
Shout out to everybody in the suburbs
And in the white communities doing good
This shit for Hillsboro, this verse right here, let's get it
Y'all bragging 'bout y'all fucking pills and the overdosage
Well, half my town done fucking died just from overdosing
The other half is suicide and you think y'all depressed?
Then I do suggest you take an Uzi to your fucking chest
Stop bitching, ****
'Cause shit could've always turned out so different, ****
But y'all don't hear me though
Like Mario, bitch, here we go
Don't trust a soul, I keep a mask like Rey Mysterio
And I get high as he jump
Try me, get slumped
My **** like to fight and they rough
You don't like me, that's tough
Don't give a fuck about your feelings
Tryna stack my money to the fucking ceiling
Still pulling two Jeeps most likely
Ain't no **** like me, ain't no bitch don't like me
Hear a verse hotter than this, that's unlikely
I'm a bipolar soldier, hot and cold by the day
And I'm high, not sober, smoke a half by the J
Bitch, I'm back by the way
This that Zilla shit and I'm killing this
Only paralyzed, not feeling this
Who real as this? Y'all fake as fuck
Got a **** really hot like Jamaican lunch
Lay it down real smooth like Jamaican rum
I murder beats and I'm breaking drums
All the young **** don't think it's dope
They pop Xans for fun, we pop Xans for hope
They use drugs for clout, we use drugs to cope
This ain't no fucking joke
Meanwhile, a **** back in Japan
Heard your man rap, I'm not actually a fan
I'm like crack in a can
Pop the lid and it's dope
Lay a track and you sniffing it
Wrote this verse with a fever, it's the sickest shit
I'm not spitting, I'm puking, coughing and sneezing
You barely got saliva, you losing often for reason
Chicken never been seasoned
Get the fuck up out of my kitchen
Gordon Ramsay a ****
Goddamn, he deliver
Like Domino's or Pizza Hut
**** ain't been keeping up
They don't want no beef with us
Bitches fake, police corrupt
My **** been speeding up just to try to reach a buck
My **** been speeding up just to try to reach a buck
Bitches fake, police corrupt
Written by: David Onafowora
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