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letra de skate jesus - biwu

im so f-cking done with the amount of takes this has taken holy sh-t

ay this f-ckin strap get em speechless
f-ck features all these p-ssies in the swamp they f-ckin leeches
f-ck yo kids b-tch ill f-ckin run over yo fetus
im grindin on yo b-tch like shes a ledge im skate jesus

this knife some f-ckin contraband i hide it in his stomach
get em runnin get em jumpin out the fort yeah that boy gunnin it
im skatin through his block i hit a kickflip on his stomach
how im stuntin on some trick sh-t with the gang n0body frontin
push a b-tton drop the top drop his head he get to munchin
on the ground he eatin pavemеnt thats gon be what his last lunch is
100 loaded red dots gеt you k!lled in only one hit
the thumpin it be comin from my choppas brand new drum kit
at summit swervin sideways spillin lean up in this dumb whip
at the function i air it out like some airbags on the front strip

veins stickin out my arms feelin like im hulk
i got a pole it aimin at yo noggin trigger get you blown
f-cked yo hoe got her drippin on the rug you f-ckin old
b-tch you a lame you get left on read location stopped gettin shown
d-mn you gon need a sp-cer how i widened up the hole
im a show car how i stunt chrome on my toes

yeah im skate jesus and yo b-tch tryna taste
its fate talkin sh-t get you holes in yo face
choppa do full damage but thats just the base
holes like a shotgun but you ate on my mace

when i hit the nos b-tch i skrt out the place
if you try to stop me imma pop you in yo f-ckin face
next you go missing leave yo body in a case
the police on my ass yeah we gon have our selves a chase

im sick im coughing but the syrup doesnt fix
this p-ssy like a tv he get muted with a cl!ck
im fit im a runner on some track star sh-t
im a track star runner how i run over yo clique
get hit get run down sent to the pits
im stuntin 24 karrot lugs on my rims
yo fit get ripped up holes in yo sh-t
im puffin on a spliff we smokin dope with yo b-tch

got his posse on my d-ck im lit
get lit up from the light of my stick hot sh-t
yo b-tch starrin at me when you touchin on her lips
cause hers hit my tip and its makin you sick

ay yuh this f-ckin strap get em speechless
f-ck features all these p-ssies in the swamp they f-ckin leeches
f-ck yo kids b-tch ill f-ckin run over yo fetus
im grindin on yo b-tch like she a ledge im skate jesus

this knife some f-ckin controband i hide it in his stomach
get em runnin get em jumpin out the fort yeah that boy gunnin it
im skatin through his block i hit a kickflip on his stomach
how im stuntin on some trick sh-t with the gang n0body frontin

push a b-tton drop the top drop his head he get to munchin
on the ground he eatin pavement thats gon be what his last lunch is

100 loaded red dots get you k!lled in only one hit
the thumpin it be comin from my choppas brand new drum kit
at summit swervin sideways spillin lean up in this dumb whip
at the function i air it out like some airbags on the front strip

- biwu

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