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letra de funforthewholefam!ly - bissiboi

[intro]
oh, so you’re a rapper? (yeah)
you rap, right? (yeah)
why don’t you do a freestyle right now, huh?
do me a freestyle, freestyle what you’re doing, right now
come on bro, come on bro, do it, do it, do it
(mathias)

[verse 1]
i don’t wanna wake up, tears from my eyes
but she hide it with the makeup, i’ve been here, keep going don’t wait up
no new, text [?] then weep, i’m still kinda cheap, huh
if i was here later, i’m hitting the [?], i’m waiting to burn
i’m feeling the burn
another [?]
and i’m nor too well, sh-t facing h-ll
and i fell in l o v, bad quality mix like mp3
i need to be that, [?] eyes they cross like messеd up tattoos
you don’t wanna face, you’ll be f-cked up
i don’t wanna facе when we f-cked up
girl you’re so s-d-stic with the way you always
girl you’re so s-d-stic with the way you always
girl you’re so s-d-stic with the way you always
girl you’re so s-d-stic with the way you always
[verse 2]
don’t play with me, this ain’t a game lil mama i got pain with me
and i’mma beat that kitty ’till my face on peta
mixing guts like a light margarita
oh god, uh, she just want passion, but her p-ssy and her mind still clashing
let your hips do the work, don’t lie
wrap your legs around my neck like a f-cking bowtie and choke me
singing like you’re screaming karaoke, she love it when i’m spelling out my name, b i s i
russian in the p-ssy like a spy, stop claiming i’m a keeper when you still with your guy, oh my
girl he couldn’t just stop it, pull it out grip it up and just c-ck it
cake super moist, call her betty crocker, i throw on her the bed hold her down and just

[verse 3]
yeah i’m sick of always playing with you dumb motherf-ckers
delete your account, call my homie mark zucker
i love playing games, well let’s play some monopoly
brought my own piece, and i spray it so sloppily
nice going, now i’m really hard to beat
’cause i don’t stay inside the gameboard, write out an insane war
[?], i ain’t grow up in the hood, i grew up p-ssing in the corner of the [?]
like every week, i’m tweaking, ‘least your boy is being fed
everyday becoming more and more f-cked up inside the head, oh god

[verse 4]
huh, get me up, yeah, get me up, yeah
get me up, yeah, get me up, yeah
get me up, yeah, get me up, yeah
get me up, yeah huh huh
gimme that bread, now give me that loot
don’t force my hand, cause i really wanna shoot
and i do k!ll just to paralyze, bring you back to the hideout to burgalize
your organs (haha)
stare at the corpses, your main course is, dinner ain’t served
but i’m really bouta cook up, please don’t look up
bissi with a plate and he going for the liver
if you f-cked up (f-cked up), then say what’s up (what’s up), i been f-cked up (f-cked up), for a minute (for a minute)
if you f-cked up (f-cked up), then say what’s up (what’s up), i been f-cked up (f-cked up), for a minute (for a minute)
[outro]
hey thanks for listening, remember to comment and subscribe, and last but not least
smash that motherf-cking like b-tton

- bissiboi

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