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letra de fuk yea - 701bonez

[verse 1:]

f-ck him, f-ck her, f-ck you, pay me
f-ck me, f-ck yeah, how i’m doing lately
got me going crazy, not throwing a phase mayn
ya’ll should f-cking praise me, nah, don’t want to blame me
i’ve been f-cked up since i was just a baby
imma keep on going cause i think i’m amazing
ya’ll should give it up, that’s my time that you’re wasting
ya’ll should quit with rapping cause ya’ll sound like some f-ggots
mumble this and mumble that, all i do is mumble rap
can we do it, try to catch another sleeping on my back
fight me, f-ck yeah motherf-ckers
unlikely, ya’ll some b-tch motherf-ckers, come on
where’s the rhythm? where’s the musical harmony?
and the words that f-cking rhyme, dawg, the minimum gotta be
‘gucci gang, gucci gang’ shut your motherf-cking mouth dawg
impressing only 12-year-olds, i guess that’s what you want, huh?
mouth full of fruity loops and acting like an outlaw
you ain’t fooling none of us, we onto you like knock-knock
who’s there? open up, pop-pop, block knocked
with the glock, let’s walk, then vibe non-stop
dawg, i got your watch and sold it at the p-wn shop
five dollar for that platinum is a long shot
thanks to baby jesus, i’m taking the high life, god
these motherf-ckers k!lling themselves, making our job a lot-
easier, no resting in peace
i bet that fentanyl is f-cking ya’ll and making ya’ll bleed
i ain’t gotta lift a finger just to claim the music scene
back in 2017, taking out that little beat
now, mac has gotten extensions, gonna [?] me
heartless, cause b-tch, i’m a thug
i hope each and every one of you mumble rappers od on a drug
and quit f-cking it up, you don’t love it enough
and i bet ya’ll got your money from the americans, dawg
they lap it up like a dog, well f-ck, i cut off his tongue
what planet are we living on these days?
last thing i f-cking bought: hopsin – no shame
thank god for kamikaze, rap’s a state of disarray
mr. lucas “i’m not racist” seems to be the saving grace
rittz and yela put together cl-ssic albums, keep on play
sleeping on my homie, token, one of the greatest, that’s a shame
good lord, america’s dumb as f-ck
presidents fall down, what are they, trynna run?
and i pray to god you all try to sucks on a gun
let’s have a little fun, load it up and get a drum (brra)
i’m sorry but this is how i feel now
i’m not sorry, let me take that out the deal now
so who’s gonna fix it? who’s gonna make it right?
dial 7-0-1 bonez, i’ll k!ll em all tonight

[hook: (x2)]

call me the rap police
call me the rap police
call me the rap police
well f-ck the 5-0
bonez, you’re drunk, go home bro

[outro:]

f-ck ya’ll (x8)
don’t call me the rap police
i hate those rap police
f-ck ya’ll

- 701bonez

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