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letra de pacin man - asta the demon king

me im the captain man;
tell me what happened man;
we get to clapping man;
like dyk-s we be strapping man;
these p-ssies running man;
i’m never capping man ;
my n-gga be trapping man;
b-tch i be pacing man (aye);
me im the captain man aye;
tell me what happened man aye;
we get to clapping man aye, like dikes we strapping man aye, these p-ssies they running man aye;
these n-ggas be cappin man aye;
my n-ggas be trapping man aye
b-tch im the packing man; (yuh)

you know that im packing man, keep a strappy in the backing man (strap, strap);
i’m never lacking man, run up on me you get blasted man (never fold);
you know i do this sh-t for fun uh(too easy) (get it);
beat the p-ssy like a drum uh (uh hit it);
catch you lacking you gon rn uh,this 45. up at yo dome (yuh yuh aye);
you n-ggas stupid dummy and it is funny, so come over bae get this pole in your tummy;
got n-ggas slimed out like his nose is runny;
my diamonds too bright like this sh-t is sunny;
your n-gga is soft like he’s a gummy;
my n-ggas is savage we kickin in doors;
step on a n-gga leave him on the floor;
bet yo dumbass never talk sh-t nomore;
walk in this b-tch, the way that we talk in this b-tch;
beat you to death with a club yuh, turn into golf in this b-tch;
ima pull up on yo mama, she take it off in this b-tch;
yuh yuh my d-ck extendo, you know that ill make her lift off in this b-tch;
trippin on big in the back and, trippin on big in the back and f-ckin yo b-tch in the backstreets, yea she was chokin on d-ck in the back and she got my d-ck in her back and i dont find nothing attractive;
i know i am a hoe, but call me one ill f-cking stab you;
chuck mm, i don’t f-cking throw hands my n-gga i chuck mm;
duck mm, d-ck at wrist i guess u better duck mm;
f-ck mm, i don’t give a sh-t i can’t give f-cks mm;
f-ck you, running like a p-ssy i can smell the b-tch so f-ck you;

yea i got yo b-tch she wishing, she say she want me to put the tip in;
so dirty she want me to f-ck her in the kitchen;
like nutella, i tell her ima nut and dip it;
yuh huh, aye huh, p-ssy what’s good;
yea im not p-ssy i might cause a commotion in yo hood;
yuh huh, aye huh, shootin at yo boy, cause all you n-ggas p-ssies, and all you p-ssies toys;
yuh huh, aye and all my n-ggas voot, so if we see you in the street just know we boutta shoot, and if we shoot your mama cryin at your funeral;
and all p-ssies p-ssy, who’s p-ssy’s p-ssy made of wool

- asta the demon king

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