☾ ━━━━━━━ ☕ MIDNIGHT TEE ♫ ━━━━━━━ ☾ 🎵 Good music. Great people. Great conversations. 🍵 midnight-tee.com • 💬 discord.gg/midnighttee ☾ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━☾ Big womppa, show stoppa, Toppa poppa, beat biter, Wompires on the way Bass knocka, jaw droppa, Nonstoppa, tear sipper Big mixer, grave digger, Track killa, WOMP dealer! (WOMP! WOMP! WOMP!) Big bad Womp with big gold chains Big fat rings with them lil gold fangs Waltz in the room, bitch I own the place Cup full of tears with a grin on my face Whole damn crowd already chanting names Walk with a wobble up to the stage, got an ol pimp limp in my gait Too much gold, cause I'm dragging heavy weight Too much gold, cause I'm a dragon in a cave Got a crown, got a throne, got a gold fuckin plate Got a goblet full of tears and a playlist fulla pain Got a big fat bankroll stuffed inside a little blue bag Got a gold-plated coffin with a diamond-studded tag Got a hundred little womps in the back counting racks Got a stupid purple cape and a custom Gucci rag Big boss energy, lil blue plushie fulla hella swag Big steppa, trendsetta, gold-chain collecta Tear-sippin', track-skippin', certified menace Womp dealer, beat stealer, bassline offender Big Womp, big boss, big talk, big spender Little blue menace with a big bad temper! womp stomp so loud the whole room remember (WOMP! WOMP! WOMP!) Big womppa, show stoppa, Toppa poppa, beat biter, Wompires on the way Bass knocka, jaw droppa, Nonstoppa, tear sipper Big mixer, grave digger, Track killa, WOMP dealer! (WOMP! WOMP! WOMP!) I'm stacking the cabbage, I'm stacking the classics I'm snatching the tracks and I'm trashing the average I'm laughing and dancing and dragging the caskets I'm back in the basement with bags full of ashes I'm rabid, erratic, really an extravagant bastard Looking real cute, but I'm actually savage Really a maniac wrapped in a lil blue jacket With massive gold chains and a bad spending habit I'm certified, verified, vilified and even a terrifying miniature tyrant I'm diamond-encrusted, a designer-dressed giant Really there's no surprises, I bite and I'm highly defiant I like the silence, but I'm prone to the violence I'm wildly delighted, I'm smiling and styling I'm sipping the crying, I'm thriving on whining I'm arranging the bodies by genre and timing I'm mischievous, ridiculous, lyrically vicious A lil blue criminal, clinically twisted I'm cynical, critical, a mythical misfit I'm picking the victims and checkin the listings I'm sipping the liquid, I'm licking my lips While I'm gripping the goblet and eatin the kicks I'm robbing the rotten, forgotten, and the abandoned And stacking up the platinum plaques high in my cabin I'm laughing obnoxiously, counting the casualties WOMPING the tracks with immaculate savagery Rate how they taste, like it was pageantry Dining on demos with casual majesty Sipping on sadness, a five-star calamity A connoisseur of catastrophe, naturally
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