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letra de horror movie - austin skinner

[hook: david shawty]
i’m in the beam, it’s a horror movie
she wanna f-ck with me but i ain’t got no storage in me
i’m eatin’ chips, she want my chips
don’t f-ck with her, i gotta dip
i’m drinkin’ blood, you wanna sip
she wanna f-ck, she wanna l!ck
angel dust is all on my lips
i’m in the cut and i’m drinkin’ some brisk
and she wanna touch and she wanna frisk
and i got this goo and it drip on my wrist
can’t hear what she say like you got a lisp
hang with the worms when i’m at the garden
i act so rude, she say “beg your pardon”
i got the ball, i feel like james harden
i get the pack and then i go harvest

[verse 1: austin skinner]
he want the smoke, let’s start it
stomp on your head, i leave blood on the carpet
i get a pack and i smoke with martians
i’m off the pill and i feel like a zombie
f-cking that b-tch and now she wanna call me
i’m in the house with the ghosts and it’s haunted
ride with a stick and that b-tch got a drum, yeah
i’m with the b-tches you still wanna f-ck, yeah
f-cking that b-tch, i ain’t using my thumb, yeah
pull up with d-cks so you know they gon’ bust, yeah
f-ck on that b-tch, i ain’t giving no trust, yeah
f-cking her friend but you still wanna cuff, yeah
pull up with choppers, you know we gon’ hunt, yeah
heard all that talkin’, i’m burnin’ my blunt, yeah
not getting money, you know you gon’ front, yeah
we gon’ catch you by the end of the month, yeah

[verse 2: david shawty & austin skinner]
lemonade pack, it smell like febreze
it’s easy for me, do it with ease
bad little b-tch, she in love with me
one, two, three, and then she suck on me
i count it up, one, two, three
[?] it look like a bee
why i gotta punch you? there’s blood on me
got a couple cups of the mud on me
[?]
i’m in the forest, i’m under the leaves
always keep a couple drugs on me
think percocet in love with me
i play with the scissors, i cut it like cheese
play with her face and i nut in her t–th
f-ckin’ on shordy and she finna leave
i’m on the molly, i’m grindin’ my t–th

[hook: david shawty]
i’m in the beam, it’s a horror movie
she wanna f-ck with me but i ain’t got no storage in me
i’m eatin’ chips, she want my chips
don’t f-ck with her, i gotta dip
i’m drinkin’ blood, you wanna sip
she wanna f-ck, she wanna l!ck
angel dust is all on my lips
i’m in the cut and i’m drinkin’ some brisk
and she wanna touch and she wanna frisk
and i got this goo and it drip on my wrist
can’t hear what she say like you got a lisp
hang with the worms when i’m at the garden
i act so rude, she say “beg your pardon”
i got the ball, i feel like james harden
i get the pack and then i go harvest

- austin skinner

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