Chordophone Lyre Plucked lyrics

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[Verse 2: Drear]
Drop- drop dead, sending bodies on the street
pus*y talkin’ cheap because you mean nothing to me
How come you don’t see that you’re nothing close to me
Something up my sleeve turns me into an entity
If you wanna- if you wanna be a faggot, get away from me
Walk in, two f*cking ninas on my hip
pus*y talking sh*t, MAC drum let it spit
If you wanna be a faggot, get away from me
Walk in, two f*cking ninas on my hip
pus*y talking sh*t, MAC drum let it spit