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letra de f**k typhlosion - aerial ace

[verse 1]
yeah, yeah, uh, ay
guess homeboy turned out to be something?
all in the media that n-gga buzzing
he doing numbers, he shouldn’t be touching
i been saying he got a dysfunction
he good for a one tap and eruption
all that smoke you puffing
don’t wan’ hit on that hydro that i’m pumping
i can see why that n-gga don’t have canon
you a terror, you move like a glass cannon
through the backfire, i get you backhanded
bet his pokedex nothing but cat scanners
draco come off the hip, make a fat landing
freaky ass prolly thought it was lap dancing
you can chalk that one up to your bad branding
hit the lab, boy, we gots get you examined, ha!
huh, the legend is smitten
no saving this phile, his story is written
i might be tripping, nah, b-tch, i ain’t missing
ain’t johto the place, them babies was risen
he gon’ need fixing, he gon’ need clipping
one bad egg had the whole party here tricking
saki i’m sipping, i’m hotter than prison
you still can’t make you a better decision
boohoo, that’s sad, n-gga, sike, you’re bad
them ghosts from the past done caught your ass
wisp-wisp on that, i put it on blast
mole broke his act, n-gga had a hot flash
walk around with no bag, think a hoe gon’ smash
see a clean curve looking like a pro bowl pass
tricks from your trade, can’t evolve from that
heaven’s gate, heaven’s gate, far from that
[chorus]
f-ck typhlosion, f-ck typhlosion
f-ck typhlosion, f-ck typhlosion
f-ck typhlosion, f-ck typhlosion
f-ck typhlosion, f-ck typhlosion
f-ck typhlosion, f-ck typhlosion
f-ck typhlosion, f-ck typhlosion
hope that b-tch go die, i’m hoping
i put hands on him, stop groping, i’m like

[verse 2]
b-tch, b-tch
f-ck with my people, you going d low
cutting the fat, then my opps’ll sit keto
your actions replay, i wouldn’t cheat code
have ’em seize over like briney and peeko
behead the predator, no sharpedo
i’m calling foul for his supposed free throw
corrupted files, you gotta delete those
what type of fire type can’t stop the bugging?
you touch the grass, we kicking your ass
steel in his face, and that dummy go ducking
ice in the cast, he stuck in his path
this no mystery, get in the dungeon
get ’em his gear, explore his time
heart full of gold, if he cry, his crime
release, lil’ bro, in like ninety nine
you got a problem, what’s mine is mine
did tweaks to my fine design
we had your back, now we denying your spine
you badged her and dived the mines
all on the table, a weasel we find
there’s millions who wanted the mega, i hit on your ticket, i’m winning, then ending your line
he down in a blaze, he faint, and he dying
what’s kept on the low will finally shine
[chorus]
f-ck typhlosion, f-ck typhlosion
f-ck typhlosion, f-ck typhlosion
f-ck typhlosion, f-ck typhlosion
f-ck typhlosion, f-ck typhlosion
f-ck typhlosion, f-ck typhlosion
f-ck typhlosion, f-ck typhlosion
hope that b-tch go die, i’m hoping
i put hands on him, stop groping

[outro]
-um, it was only the hisui version
-shut the f-ck up! they’re all a bunch of f-cking weasels! dumbass!

- aerial ace

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