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letra de 4th of july freestyle - brad taste

[intro: tom macdonald]
you’re offended, that’s r-t-rded
and racism is g-y, if you’re offended, that’s r-t-rded
and racism is g-y, if you’re offended, that’s r-t-rded
and racism is g-y, if you’re offended, that’s r-t-rded
and racism is g-y, if you’re offended, that’s r-t-rded
and racism is g-y, if you’re offended, that’s r-t-rded
metro boomin want some more (and racism is g-y, if you’re offended, that’s r-t-rded)

[over intro: brad taste]
yeah
uh
you know what it is, yo
it’s that time of the year whеn everything is clear
evеryone gets along, there’s no fear
the world is over
in terms of the dystopia
[verse: brad taste]
yeah, it’s america, baby
yeah, well i be crazy rhymin’ on the 4th of july
yeah, ’cause i got all that american pride
shoutout to tom macdonald, shoutout to him
shoutout to all of my friends
we aren’t holding hands, we’re all together
4th of july, fireworks don’t matter the weather
uh, that’s right
i used to sell crack on the streets at midnight
and i got away with it ’cause i was white
that’s the american way
you can get away with anything as long as you’re white
i can drive at any speed
i can sell crack, sell weed
i could get whatever i need
and the police look in the other way
speakin’ of police
we need more police lookin’ over the second grade
that’s true
shoutout to the christians who be passing these incredible laws like no more abortions
yeah, and shoutout to these fat motherf-ckers who don’t know sh-t about good portions
um, okay, that was, you know what, i did that ’cause it rhymed, i was kinda inappropriate, i will admit
but i don’t really give a sh-t ’cause it’s america
i can say whatever i want
b-tch, sh-t, ass, c-nt
yeah, it’s america, shoutout to tom macdonald
yeah, b-tch
i’ve been smokin’ crack and eatin’ mcdonald’s at the same time
’cause it’s america
i love this country more than i love myself
that’s right
i love this country more than anything else
yeah
america’s the only place where anything sells
yeah, plus
i don’t know, something 12, f-ck 12, yeah
i don’t give a f-ck, f-ck america
i be in the clubs, i been sellin’ drugs
i’ve been f-ckin’ shootin’ slugs
i was aimin’ my gun at your son
i own guns ’cause it’s america, yeah
yeah, this is america, shoutout to donald glover
plus, your b-tch, she’s my lover
think, i ain’t even can go rubber
but it’s okay, ’cause it’s america
i can just get an abor-
oh, woops
oh, sh-t, i can’t get an abortion
well, i guess my life’s over

- brad taste

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