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letra de houdini - 4orttune

[intro]

[verse]
oi
you ain’t bringin’ no packs gettin’ breaks off a f-ggot like i’m rampage jackson
that i’m p-ssed off cause my earphones cracklin’
i do magic like houdini, cuzzy i still make it happen
houdini was one of america’s-
i’m eating cookies like it’s biscoff
[?] slapping up his b-tch like she chris rock
ev, chris brown sh-t, lad you went soft
i was never hard first place you lil’ dog
i just smoked a cone on the battle bus lad
couple racks in dior, on the saddle bum-bag
yeah, you never been in that store, but you say you got cash
you do a whole lot of this, but you ain’t never done that
i used to sell rack to my cousin (then he ripped me)
five lines deep i ain’t buzzin’ (this is sh-t g)
used to get my whole town flooded (full of grade b)
i just one pumped her then i nutted, this is crazy
cuz i’ll f-ckin’ [?] if i have a baby
all these rappers tryna clone me it ain’t never phased me (shut the f-ck-)
give these c-nts some [?] they’ll start getting lazy
you could never lock me up, i told the cops to tase me

[bridge]
i need a couple more bars just to fill the song out
i jump into your nan’s car with my f-ckin’ dong out
[?] doin’ promo, no one cares your sh-tty song’s out
i still say no h0m- when i wear my sister’s thong out
[outro]
“is this song done?” cuzzy not yet
i’m in green, black, and red, like a protest
i keep on jabbing gear, i got no chest
weird p-ssy rapper ass boy, he got no test’

- 4orttune

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