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letra de judge judy - bukkweat bill

[verse 1]
f-ck these n-ggas, like really
load the sig up, smokin’ on a ciggy’
bukkake bwoyz go silly
sin might pop a wheelie
i don’t wanna talk, you a blow pop, sucker
snitched on ya’ b-tch, you a dirty mu’f-cka
never melt down, keep it cool like b-tter
like c’mon son, no ed lover
she give good head i might love her, hol’ up
i’m trippin’, plug goin’ ham in the kitchen
give me the ball and i’m pitchin’
buddy called back, said his nose still itchin’
every time an old head speak i listen
i don’t wanna hear it but i always pay attention
like sh-t, when i was your age i was doin’ dope
get it in by the boat load
but, when i was your age everybody live life by the g code n-gga

[verse 2]
got somethin’ that’ll make a n-gga run in a zig-zag
i don’t f-ck with you bra’, gone with the riff raff
see right through n-ggas, see where they ribs at
can’t be themselves and i don’t get that
no ski mask, get ya whole crib kidnap
real sh-t, know some lil’ n-ggas just did that
i love my daughter and i ain’t tryna’ risk that
but that n-gga tried me, i gotta get my get back
kent ridin’ with me, lil’ dog sit back
we gon’ catch ’em round the corner, give his -ss a heart attack
mix purp’ like a engineer till its dirt
tell ya baby girl come suck it till it hurts
i can sell a brick, i can sell a shirt
i can sell a pig, i can sell her
i can sell brain to a nerd
i can sell a plane to a bird
that’s obsurd, i know, i know
flow so dope, no overdose
she snort dope breakfast though
n-gga i ain’t playin’, i don’t even play the radio
n-gga i’m just sayin’, this kush came straight from heaven bra’
everybody know me, tryna’ be my homie
i run sh-t, i feel like kobe
head full of knowledge, o.g.’s showed me
scarface, i’m the one who k!lled tony
i’ma trip, i’ma die drinkin’ o.e.’s
i’ma die screamin’ f.t.p., f.t.p. n-gga

- bukkweat bill

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