Mxyple - Bookbag lyrics

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Mxyple - Bookbag lyrics

{Verse 1: Mxyple} This boy is funny, get him in a clown van, I've been shooting and running from the people who found him Got pellets on me and I'm feeling like pacman Looking at danger, I call it reflections. Infectious, I'm spreading, no mentions. Twitter, I've been feeling toxic, radiation for my dinner I feel like a fu*king winner, mis-reading my damn demeanour, got you screaming like a killer, stabbing and stabbing it's starting to feel like a habit More tragic, I'm starting to fall in love with this madness Like magic, I'm fu*king yo b*tch then I vanish Okay, stop I'm shooting these bullets and making drop I feel like a cop, you talking these bars and I'm telling you fu*k it I feel like a rock You're rich or you're not, I feel likе a dog I'm barking and snarking at people who laugh Think really hard, smoking on darts I'm slicing your bullsh*t, I cut it in half Now think back to thе fact you talked this trash, you've been had talking sh*t now replace your act Chopping you fu*kers now I'm lumberjack Crunching the numbers now I'm doing math 32 bullets can fit in a mag Running it up and I'm getting this cash Smoking you losers like cigarettes, empress, king of the ocean I'm more impressed I got drip the more the water, I got tricks more like Harry Potter Ringing your iPhone, it's gonna explode She su*king my dick and she's sounding like toads She touching me up but I prickle like rose My flow is so cold that I know that he froze {Verse 2: guavaiced} Just like a setlist, I'm stackin' my bands New Murakami drip straight from Japan That boy he wanted beef but I only got spam I'ma hit him with a cannon if he clash with the clan Masked up, blade on me like Inosuke Really leaving him frozen with the heat, Todoroki, huh Got the yellow diamonds on me like Coldplay Hole in him with the choppa, I'm shooting with an OK, uh Gotta keep a nine all on my body, Kurama Grammar nazi way I been stacking up all my commas Finna kill today with a blade on me, katana Pockets lookin' fat, just like yo' mama Try to be throwing punches, we dodge like a caravan Choppa finna get to ring on him like a married man Feel like a shepherd up in the whip, riding Mary's lamb And all of my diamonds they shining white just like an Aryan, huh