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letra de rick and morty ft.bagchasinnelson - bagchasintee

enrgy made this one

[verse 1: bagchasintee]
b-tch when you done suckin, better call a uber
sorry b-tch give great head that’s why i f-ckin use her
get my face h-lla wet when i eat the cooter
tryna get an eighth to run, better use a scooter
i can eyeball you a zip, i don’t need a scale
last n—- play with me fed him to the whales
do my b-tch a 20 piece, yeah to do her nails
bad b-tch h-lla smart, and she go to yale
blowing big [?] do sativa
if my b-tch say thank you, you can f-ckin’ keep her
my plug give me free zips, he from argentina
my b-tch ever go broke, imma f-ckin’ leave her
sold this n—- tylenol, he thought it was ack
big place [?] got me looking fat
b-tch gave me fire head in the back of the cab
let the b-tch [?] ’cause the booty was flat

[verse 2: bagchasinnelson]
i’ll smoke the cookie jar like i’m a d-mn monster
hit that n—- with the [?] he wish he had his mama
brought them pounds back to [?] we got in trouble
hit the casino back to back, we hit a triple double
hit yo b-tch b-tch off the erkie perkie she feeling nervous
i’ll beat a n—- ass for not paying for verses
i’ll act a d-mn fool and get to sn-tchin’ purses
the coochie sounding like tap water in the bathroom
tee up in the back smashin’ cheeks in the other room
i’m in the front looking out with the master tools
if you come trippin’ lil n—- we gon’ murder you
you done make the wrong turn you done f-cked up
i’ll hit this block up with my nunchucks
i have to sell a b-tch again, she need a new allowance
told the [?] vlone money then i’m actin’ funny
no tools all clothes when you meet and greet her
now i put some wheels on the hill and get to creepin’ b-tch
[verse 3: bagchasintee]
[?] gotta keep it quiet
hold on hold on i hear some
f-ck it, now we back in action
beat it down to my song, i don’t do no cappin
my ma said “go to church” ’cause i’m always trappin’
shootin’ up the opp’s whip while we up in traffic
hunnid dollars for an eighth, this ain’t no bullsh-t
full wrist, this n—- nelson walkin’ ’round with full clips
oh sh-t, [?] be in here for a new whip
if he speakin’ on the chasers, then he gettin’ chipped
haha, you n—- broke as f-ck
beggin for a feature, lil n—- that is not enough
tired of you lil lame n—-‘s always actin’ tough
got some cookies for the low n—-, but they prolly rough

[outro: justin roiland]
alright morty, let’s get let’s do it
why don’t you find a b-tton on one of those keyboards and lay down some kind of beat?
rick, i think we need to cut our losses, we get our family and portal out of here
morty, good music from people who are relaxed, just hit a b-tton, morty, give me a beat
oh man, ok, alright um

- bagchasintee

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