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letra de dumpster! - blood hole

[verse 1: blood hole]
(man shut up)
(f-ckin’ tramp)
i was born on the estates (estates)
should’ve seen my mother’s face (face)
i slapped my mother in the f-cking face (f-ck off)
told her she’s a motherf-cking waste (mum)
i punch my mother in the f-cking face (i punched her)
selling drugs with all of my mates (mates)
taking d-ck pics for the slags (d-ck)
pushing the chips and a f-g
i wanna smoke blims til’ i get cancer (cancer)
p-ssy looking pink like ham (ham)
p-ssy wet and soft like pasta (pasta)
she for the gang, money clan (p-ss)
jam period blood gangster (aye)
i’ll shoot you in the f-ckin’ face (gggra!)
i don’t care who the f-ck you know (f-ck off)
i don’t care who the f-ck you know! (f-ck off!)
i don’t care who the f-ck you know! (f-ck off!)
i don’t care who the f-ck you know! (f-ck off!)

[verse 2: money goblin]
cash
i’m on a mission to get it
in your city like a resident
man, i show up in seconds
send me a text, just send me a message
i’ll beat his ass, put him in [?]
flatten him out
p-ssy should’ve washed his mouth
reach into ya’ pockets and i empty em’ out
i bring a gang to your house
a hole gang to your house
it’s money clan property now
you can’t come inside b-tch, you’re not allowed
i know a bad b-tch got an ass like a cow
f-cked her ass without makin’ a sound
i got the cash, now i gotta get outta town
[verse 3: blood hole]
f-ckin p-ssy (look)
i came to the party with a gun in my bag (grrr)
i f-cked that barbie because she was a slag (uh!)
i came to the party with a gun in my bag
pour gas at n-z-s, i’m hard and i’m bad
in charge, i’m the man, i get bare money (yeah)
real talk, gang sh-t, it ain’t even funny (yeah)
til’ i hop on this d-ck like a playboy bunny (huh!)
and i came on her face, why her nose look runny? (ahaha)
cocaine on my d-ck, she sniffs it off
when i stick it in she says “is it soft?” (huh?)
slap her in the face, like, “b-tch, f-ck off.” (f-ck off)
speed in my tummy so i’m lifting off (yeah)
paid the cost to be the boss (uh)
paid the cost to be the boss (uh!)

[verse 4: jet neptune]
what was the cost?
was it a bucket of duckets?
i dump it out, cuz’ you pout
now you get some more of it
cash money hazmat
sneezin’ and coughin’
i been about dirty racks
wipe my ass with a hundred
land mine trap, don’t you walk in my house
i got the bomb squad working all night
smoke [?] light it inside
unless you wanna run out
mad money massacre
i been a mad hatter with a fitted brim
callin’ all my puppies in
it’s the cataclysm
be the bigger man, b-tch
turn your cheek and then i put a bullet in it
it’s a f-ckin’ cash grab
i complete it in a minute
headlock him in submiss’
everbodys yackin’ while i’m passin’ out these parking tickets
i could wait a few but when you’re talkin’ b-tch it’s hard to finish
yuck
suck
suck
suck!
suck!
relocate to where its carpeted

- blood hole

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