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sins – slymeboyzcult lyrics

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(verse 1: wastemane)

i’m getting wavy so don’t play me off tonic gin
man of many talents doing sh-t they call me johnny sins
swerving in the whip blowing piff, rip the stage up
you can hear our tracks getting blasted in the bang bus

i don’t want the paper baby
i just want the fame, cuz
never send me links to yo sh-t if u ain’t payin us
saving up the chetta
beta jet if you been talking tough
i see you been flexing in our section
til we walking up

lock em up
talking bout yo lips they ain’t spitting nothing
dip the function, hide behind a screen
cause we ain’t playing f-ck sh-t

i’m hitting a lick, while licking my lips
kicking in doors for kilos
breaking in locks and picking yo pockets
i want that coin like casinos

cash it in baby
i just wanna win baby
this sh-t is the devils work
i can’t help but sin baby

this ain’t a phase
make you wish that you were never born
there up on the stage in the maze rocking devil horns

lighting up a cop car, roast em till the porks done
sittin’ in the whip while my b-tch licks my forked tongue
this wh-r- want a pitch fork, all she gettin’ is
a back stage p-ss to my lair in the sediment

(bridge: wastemane)

nah, but you ain’t really like that
but you ain’t really like that
woah, but you ain’t really like that
i don’t really think you gonna fight back

(verse 2: skeep)
my brain is like a gordian knot
contained within a corn maze
my voice is just a h-rny swarm of hornets in a storm drain
i pied the pied piper
but i still ain’t paid my penance
a single missed period can spell a life sentence

i read intentions like the colors on a mood ring
young tiger woods
hit the gr-ss i’m in full swing
then i hit a rough patch
now i’m in the thick of it
you wanna hold the wood?
you need loosen up ya grip a bit

lil bih, big man, no campus
rap’s bob ross, broad brush, no canvas
underwater beats, coming straight from atlantis
and my voice is to white girls what bamboo’s to pandas

steel cage match, bars magnetic
i could hit ya with the tlc until you get it
through ya thick skull, do you feel bad man? not at all
my diamonds wet and all these b-tches chasing waterfalls

smoking weed so my lil me’s swimming upstream slow
only eat the salmon if it’s clean, hoe
you could get up on your knees though and deep throat
she handled both b-lls like a seasoned pro’s free throws

nah, but you ain’t really like that
but you ain’t really like that
woah, but you ain’t really like that
i don’t really think you gonna fight back

- all song lyrics by slymeboyzcult