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Pepto Bismol Songtext
von Chip

Pepto Bismol Songtext

Ayo Puckz
I ain′t eaten yet, I wanna feel hungry when I touch mic
Get me?


Grab the pen and start here
Like you don't wanna start here
Heaven sent hella bars here
North side, yeah the boy really from the ends
Been snaked, got wounds on my back from last year
And the year before, back up in the game
I′ve been here before
So now it's air when I hear the talk
Cuh them man are tryna drain me, dead ting
Fuck that, I'm tryna hit a spar with a peng ting
Chess move thinking, can′t be the victim
There′s a couple rappers over here who get the links in
Shoutouts Frenchie, he brought Chinx in
Rappers dying in their own cities got me thinking
No love in the hood but it's back to wearing trackies
Back to wearing Kappa, that′s back-to-back magic
Gas youts listening to gas rappers gassing
Just relate to him more, fuck off, he ain't better rapping
Bare man are praying Chippy is dead
I still got bites on my hands from couple niggas I fed
It′s that going-off-the-rails flow
Next time I'm putting crack under my nails bro
Fuck off both to hell bro, I got this on my lonesomes
Need a flow? I can loan one
Boy I only loan out old ones
Still got a king, I owe one
Game of Thrones, son
Darg, I ain′t trying to turn to no one
It's like they want take Chip out soon, ooh
Shit, I better pull a hit out soon, ooh
YouTube with Jerome and Star too
Chip, you got another diss out brah? School
Sneak diss? Mm-mm, no sly shit
Opportunist, I hear that man, try shit
I'll mutate, haffi X-Men with this rhyme shit
Storm with the pen, I come through and change the climate
Mine out the mud now, watch how I clean up
Worked for what I made, I feel proud to be clean cuz
Why stick to one sound? Spread your appeal now
Clean every day mi wake up, still a wheel-up
Meds and in cans, just praying for my brother in the can
Fuck pen, I′m getting closer to my pad
I got everybody asking "Luigi, what′s Mario done?"
I don't even wanna say blud, it′s mad
Entertainment? Nah, this is real life, yes
Fuck the internet blud, I got real life stress
I've been tryna help my fam through some real life mess
Being smart kinda took me through some real life tests
Like my darg said "sample this, new cheddar"
I said "darg, trap today, not forever"
Do you think outside that box you shut, ever?
Man can′t box me and I box clever
Stress in any aspect, I don't need it
Press F5 on them hoes, refresh
Old ting tryna claim man, eediat
I beat it, Billie Jean′d it, I didn't mean it
Hit by a smooth criminal, yeah I'm that dude
Me fight for which gyal? I ain′t that dude
Fuck off out my life, you should be glad to
Really, if I lost you, I never had you

She like "Why you always smoking ganja?"
I smoke and I smoke to forget you, baby
Used to see it in your eyes
I can see the stars right now
I can see the stars right now
Can she see the stars right now?
Yeah, she can see the stars right now
I can see the stars right now
I can see the stars right now
Can you see the stars right now?
Yeah, she can see the stars right now
I can see the stars right now
I can see the stars right now
Can she see the stars right now?
Yeah, she can see the stars right now
I can see the stars right now
I can see the stars right now
Can you see the stars right now?
Yeah, she can see the stars right now

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