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letra de fish food - big boy gang

[intro: henrick tanner]
i f-cking love rapping its so fun

[verse 1: henrick tanner]
i got goblins in the yard i know i’m f-ckin’ seein’ sh-t
man i smoke ’em all the way i’m lighting 50 box of swishers
hoe ill never be a mister
you the biggest f-ckin’ rat master splinter

man i pulled up with a pistol
hoes inside clones outside its official
got the future on my wrist bruh
i got a crib in every universe sh-t i keep it simple
b-tch i got caught stunna steppin’ i was playing with my vices
see a brethren and they compare me to f-ckin’ isis
k!ll a cryppa quicker than a game of f-ckin’ dices
we are not the same you startin’ parties i start riots

ima ima ima f-ckin’ millionairе
man they try to tale the trapstar outcha no hе’s still in there
making b-tches stop-n-stare i contrast i don’t compare
i could sell a f-ckin’ freezer to a f-ckin’ solar bear

[verse 2: lil smelli]
i pulled up in a pumpkin bruh like narnia
your b-tch is stupid fat she need a diet bruh
this dude be sellin’ me he think he heisenberg
cuz i ain’t hanging with them boys i smoke the reginald

i get my clothes made at a sweatshop down in zanzabar
i-i-i heard yo girl she wanna ride my fancy car
met a [???] like gucci mane i think ill marry her
boy yo music ain’t that scary my sh-t scarrier

5 f-ckin’ coughs in my lungs i seen a monster
your whole life ain’t bruh b-tch you is adopted
i swear i could sell snow up to a penguin
i rep diseazebands forever independent
she try to steal my sherpa that sh-t is expensive
i fought a grizzly bear shoutout to memphis
this stupid b-tch said my songs sound ecliptic
i don’t know what that sh-t mean i failed english

[verse 3: sp-nk liar]
i’m a fly dude with some dope ass sh-t
i’m a short dude with some fly ass kicks
if you pull up you ain’t in my clique
i reach on in my bag of tricks

i bust down your door like rainbow 6
your windows where i throw my bricks
vandalize like its my job
i hit you with my poison stick

your fits worse than gunna
my fits come from china
my fits h-lla finer
than all your d-mn designer
i’m a short dude but i’m still on top of you
man i’m more connected than some f-cking bluetooth

man i’m coming on this track i got nothing to lose
man i be makin’ moves while you stuck in super glue
im a better rapper when i come
the way you write your music f-ckin’ dumb
[verse 4: hopp]
yeeeeeeeah
b-tch i’m in the stu’ and im chillin’ with a strider
i been sippin’ syrup with my slimer aunt jemima
yo b-tch tryna f-ck with me but yo hoe was a rider
i be wearin’ truey on my jeans no d-mn designer

and im chewin’ spiders b-tch pass me the lighter
i just need a blunt its gon’ turn me to a fighter
and i got them racks with the stripes it looks like tigers
yo b-tch got them straps we gon’ hit you with that sniper

- big boy gang

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