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letra de garbage pail princess - barf troop

[babeo baggins]
[verse i]
let me clean my throat
these salty -ss n-ggas thinkin’ barf troop is a joke?
well who are you?
cause you know who am i
i ain’t even gotta ask
my name rings bells like the hunchback
if a n-gga look good he can get kidnapped
i’ll tie him up in the back of the hatchback
he’ll look real cute in an all black trash bag
so watch your back because i’m the hash slinging slasher
smoke a pound
you find my stash? you sn-tch it and i’ll slash ya
cut cut these n-ggas tryna cut
these n-ggas tryna get they d-cks deep inside my guts
but hold up partner i’m afraid it’s not that easy
and to be completely honest your face makes me queasy
i’m finna puke
but that is what i do
up chuck or get f-cked
that’s the motto baby boo
and i do it till i’m hollow
puking up the nervousness and raw bars down i swallow
to take its place and get rid of the taste
of these no game -ss n-ggas who i put in their place
like it is me the b-a-b-e
garbage pail kid with a crown
that’s me!
princess puke it, chelsea chuckle and upchuck, nelly nuke it, sara spew it, telly throw up or get f-cked
and i’m scratch and smell and the princes well they love it
cause the kitty smells sweeter than a cupcake out the oven

[hook]
throw up
all my b-tches throw up
do it like we do
up chuck or get f-cked
throw up
all my b-tches throw up
if you do it like we do then throw ya hands up
throw up
all my b-tches throw up
vomit on these hoes
up chuck or get f-cked
throw up
all my b-tches throw up
if you do it like we do

[verse ii]
weirdo b-tches, slicin’ snitches like we on the top chef
better bet i’m the best
babeo lay these hoes to rest
and i’m grindin’ on they graves
turn they n-ggas into to slaves
cause my p-ssy bounce back like a brand new boomerang
bring it in bring it back you better reel yourself in
lying to me or my b-tches is the 8th deadly sin
angelic hoes that will keep you on your toes
cause we got a hint of demon hiding under our halos
catch me from the heavens saying “look how far my spit can go”
got me from the bottom now we sittin’ at the top
yeah we started from the bottom
now my whole team f-ckin’ here (drizzy)
four bad b-tches, one bad queer

[hook]

- barf troop

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