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letra de john shedletsky #based freestyle - 4bom

[intro: 4bom]
yo real based sh-t, you already know what it is, kentucky fried records
uh
john shedletski, yeah, based freestyle
you already know
free palestine
free bobby shmurda, free tay-k
trap-a-holics mixtapes
free max b, free nba youngboy
free lil durk, free melly
free fetty wap, free pooh shiesty
d-mn son, where’d you find this?
this is a certified hood classic

[verse 1: 4bom]
real based sh-t and you know this sh-t get crazy b-tch
imma blow your house up, my dad work for the navy b-tch (navy b-tch)
pants saggin so low, this sh-t look like the 80’s hit (80’s hit)
swag so hard, it like crack in the 80’s b-tch (80’s b-tch)
ruler of the underworld, i’m trappin’ just like hades did (hades did)
used to be so broke until my money did 180 b-tch (180 b-tch)
they bannеd me off the ‘gram becausе i’m doing too much crazy sh-t (crazy sh-t)
your man caught some pedo charges, i know he do some crazy sh-t (crazy sh-t)
b-tch you know i’m the master of them bricks, john shedletsky (swag)
yo b-tch at my crib, she suck my d-ck with her bestie (bestie)
ambidextrous stick, b-tch i’m shooting with my leftie (with my leftie)
pulled up to the trap, i made a nice bowl of spaghetti (spaghetti)
b-tch you know my music sh-t gon blow, like confetti (confetti)
got pulled over in my car with 20 pounds of fetty (f-ck)
when my sh-t be hittin’ the streets, it hit ‘em like a chevy (swag)
i’m finna f-ck this b-tch and wipe her down, if she let me (f-ck)
swag on a hundred, b-tch i’m breaking all the records (records)
b-tch i never paid attention in class, f-ck the lectures (f-ck)
your b-tch left you ‘cause she know that i’m just f-cking better
too much f-cking swag, i’m hitting sh-t like scottie sheffler (bam)
f-ck them dating apps, last time i did it i got cat phished (f-ck)
roll the window down for the cops, smell like cat p-ss (f-ck)
you know my pockets be so heavy, like a fat b-tch (fat b-tch)
unlimited methods in my mega that’s a fat l!ck (fat l!ck)
[verse 2: tys0n & 4bom]
hundred percent lego batman, fat b-tches please hit me up
don’t drink lean, i gotta p-ss clean, pedialyte in my double cup
serious about the fat b-tches, your weight need to double up
told my nco to k!ll himself, got me in the push up
you ain’t join the army, you in the air force like a f-ggot
b-tches on my d-ck, ‘cause you know that i be swaggin’
threw my gas mask on, ‘cause you know that sh-t be nasty
it’s a new one every night, on the couch, castin’
i’m cravin’ brain b-tch, buh, i’m a zombie
you ain’t got no drip, your momma dressed you abercrombie
she was all up on my sh-t, my sh-t hang like a donkey
my drawls hit the floor, and my ass was h-lla swampy
neon, babytron, we got andy milonakis
p-ssy gettin’ technician, now you can call me linus
parallel park in the shower, you need a license
beefing with this r-t-rd and you know his name is finest

[verse 3: nol4n]
i’m so based, and you know i can not speak proper (proper)
smoking so much d-mn weed, i need a detox (detox)
i need so much head that her knees lock (lock)
i got so much money, now i see my opps trap-a-holics mixtapes
look at my d-ck, b-tch you see three b-tches
call me druski b-tch, ‘cause i stand on business (stand on business)
sippin’ wock, and i pour up in a faygo (faygo)
i asked a fine shyt, i’m like “how you’re day go?” (go)
i don’t give a f-ck ‘bout a answer, i’m tryna hop in it (hop in it)
i don’t give a f-ck about his day, imma k!ll him, just like cancer
after that, i text his b-tch then i don’t give a answer
baby that boy like a pamper
me and your b-tch get it nasty
[verse 4: cloud soulja]
your b-tch slip you quick, ‘cause you wasn’t with the sh-t maybach music
(what the f-ck?)
i came in lookin’ sick, but i came in with a bl!ck (oh my god)
a bad b-tch just told me she really want the d-ck (sh-t)
i took her to the room, then she went and hit the splits (sh-t)
oh, sh-t, you really are a b-tch (d-mn)
shoutout chief keef, yeah i don’t like that sh-t (woo)
b-tch, pull up with a blade, not a stick (f-ck)
molly bump your ass b-tch, and molly got me sl!ck (yeah, yeah)
b-b-bounce up on a b-tch, yeah i went and hit the quan (yeah, yeah)
no one understanding the sh-t that i’m on (huh, uh)
i’m gone, rolling in a ‘rari feeling strong (huh, uh)
uh, i came in with some missiles and some bombs (and some bombs)
uh, this head, yeah i f-ck her glasses off (what the f-ck)
got her next to me, and she suck me on her lawn (d-mn)
uh, tryna get that green, hit that bumbum, uh (sh-t)
tryna hit the scene, i’ll put you on

this sh-t is trap music, b-tch
listen to this track, b-tch

[bridge: jai]
yeah, you already know what it is
yeah this that kfr classic
jai, vt x kfr you know what it is
i’m ‘bout high as f-ck, i don’t care
trap-a-holics mixtapes
shoutout lil b
free luigi
long live castro
you know what it is
trap-a-holics, real trap sh-t
[verse 5: jai]
b-tch i’m young and brown and i’m fat, but i’m still hot (swag)
60 b-tches on my d-ck, cause they know i stay hard (yup)
based sh-t every day, you know i’m reppin’ b-tch mob (b-tch mob)
shouts out to lil b, thank you basedgod (basedgod)
b-tches on my d-ck, ‘cause i’m andy milonakis (andy)
b-tches on my d-ck, ‘cause i’m loud and i’m obnoxious
swaggin’ so hard i think i need a doctor (what?)
your b-tch made my d-ck hurt, i think i need a doctor (owww)
all these blue bands, look like a f-cking jazz concert (money)
i promote these drugs so much, i think i should get sponsored (facts)
wake up in the morning, straight to scamming, i got no time (none)
your b-tch she a demon, suck my s-m-n ‘till her nose cry (what?)
okay you f-cked that b-tch, i did it first, i’m just like soulja boy (youuuu)
why you talkin’ crazy ‘bout me, you know i don’t know you boy (huh?)
i just said wassup to you, that don’t mean that we’re homies boy (facts)
kfr the f-cking movement, this sh-t going global boy (global!)

[verse 6: eazyshot]
young white man, b-tch i’m ignorant as f-ck
i don’t really give a d-mn, hoppin out the tesla truck
you don’t ever f-cking win, you don’t ever get no dubs
first time she let me hit on her period, i was boning the blood
i was boning that sh-t
i was born with the rick, i was born to throw up on a [?]
i swear to f-cking god, imma go up on a bender if i get another like from a fat b-tch on tinder
b-tch i’m swagged out, b-tch i’m swagged out
add a motherf-cking [?] on to the trap house, yeah
just to let you p-ssy boys have a chance at rolling
yeah i love me black hoes, but not candace owens
what the f-ck you say hoe? better f-cking lay low
boutta take out the whole village like i’m kratos
b-tch i’m pistol times table, you a f-cking turntable
b-tch i’m making b-tches wanna know why it’s fatal

- 4bom

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