Number 4 Lyrics – Maclib
Singer: Maclib
Title: Number 4
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She love the award show
Bom bibom bibom bibom bom
Bom bibom bibom bibom, yeah
The last stragglers
On their head like Mad Hatters
Abstract era, {?} these two backpackers
Going crazy, detoxin’ at the nutcrackers
Flexible b#tch, she let me f#ck backwards
What matters?
Land of the blunt passers
And of the drug dealers
Unreal
Runnin’ up beef to turn to cornmeal
Stand behind a forcefield
Raps are unlimited
It’s not definitive
Infinite arithmatic
Yuh
I’m a victim of the IQ
Written in a haiku
Gettin’ head in high school
I lеft before the final
This thе type of sh#t only sound good on vinyl
Prostitute women writin’ letters to the bible
All Jewish go through the {?} blockbuster
She want, dope money, do not, trust herBom bibom bibom bibom bom
Bom bibom bibom bibom, yeah
This is make-believe
Stuntin’ in a babyseat
Windows down, my mom turn on the {?}
Cocaine, a couple laxatives
Rollin’ up {?} smokin’-
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