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If you don't smoke crack, you're wack Where the fat hoes? Your bitch wanna catch my balls in her mouth like Ash Ketchum (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) I'ma bring the pain, it's off with his brains, he thought he could diss Super Saiyan, I go off the chain if he run his lips Bitch, pay me, like Frito-Lays, I'm about my chips No safety, one in the chamber, the pistol gripped Call me Dada, then don't call her, just hit once Boy, shut up, won't do nada, he too puss' No valor, Medal of Honor, my gun buss At medulla oblongata, he bite dust (huh) I'ma beat his brains in 'til his cranium vacant Break shit, go fuck up some faces All black when I'm fitted up like the Matrix Shut up, bitch, is we fuckin'? I got no patience Uh, yes, I'm a bastard, don't feel no guilt Bitch, I do my dirt when I'm laughin', uh He in my sights, he thought it was nice I might call his bluff and attack him, uh My money right, I got a bag Your pockets look like they fastin', uh He go to sleep, tell him goodnight Shh, he need a mattress, uh See me up the stick, he panic, uh Beam to his tummy, no Raditz, uh Leave his ass leakin', no bandage Houdini, make him vanish like magic, uh Your future grim, no Mandy, uh Can't stand bitches, they plastic, uh Tell her, "Give me cheeks," no Sandy, uh I'ma give her good dick then abandon, uh No, this shit ain't sweet, uh, bitch, I'll split your cabbage He gon' need a genie, uh, not talking Aladdin, uh My dick in her teeth, uh, suck me 'til I'm flaccid, uh You could have her back, uh, that bitch pussy damaged I'ma bring the pain, it's off with his brains, he thought he could diss Super Saiyan, I go off the chain if he run his lips Bitch, pay me, like Frito-Lays, I'm about my chips No safety, one in the chamber, the pistol gripped Call me Dada, then don't call her, just hit once Boy, shut up, won't do nada, he too puss' No valor, Medal of Honor, my gun buss At medulla oblongata, he bite dust (huh)
Writer(s): Cody Rounds, Jonathan Whitmer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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