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letra de im not fucking mad part 3 - bxshxr

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[intro]
p-ssy problem-
p-ssy, p-ssy, p-ssy, p-ssy, p-ssy, p-ssy

[verse 1]
i’m on my p-ssy problemchild sh-t
leave my mothaf-ckin’ kid and make it stylish
aaron where you at? man, your boys wildin’
you need to beat your boy again ’cause he’s actin’ childish
sirens of a ‘lil b-tch in the night
aaron don’t beat me, b-tch i promise you’re right
you wanna act gang but you got beat by a dyk-
by the way, where your kid? i don’t see you around
i gave you four f-cking chances and look what i found
another deadbeat broke b-tch looking for clout
[?] and i’m coming for your head k!lla’
this a sell-out event
watching two drug addicts fight for the kid
and brady boy i don’t ever wanna see that again
if you ever threaten me you gon’ be like your friend
i don’t ever forget, i know everything about your crew and your clique
want my advice? don’t trust in your s-x
’cause if i’m a f-ckin’ snake, then i do it the best
this is that unemployment check sh-t
leave your daughter when you get your stimulus sh-t
flex your [?] that you don’t even have
i’m only worried ’bout my daughter, man i love to talk about her
and i don’t wanna be a father, she’s only present in your [?]
go be a dad boy, you gettin’ bodied by a sad boy
whole opp block lookin’ like they f-gs boy
i took your whole flow, made it into trap boy
lowlifes only trap is that child [?]
this a sell-out event
[?] suck a d-ck
watching two drug addicts fight for the kid
[?] suck a d-ck
you broke my motherf-ckin’ spirit, broke my spirit
i thought i warned you, you didn’t hear it
your whole life’s one l and a pile of sh-t
i hope your deadbeat boyfriend see you a [?]
i hope the underground knows you got beat by a b-tch
she opened up your mouth and she f-ckin’ put in the d-ck
’cause if p-ssy problemchild, hey that’s what you screamed
when she bent you all over and she came in your scene
and when you had to f-ckin’ cry, she said “babe what tea?”
you got your ass baby trapped and it’s funny to see, b-tch
[interlude]
-baby crying-
aaron no, aaron no!
don’t hit me, don’t hit me!
aaron, aaron, aaron, aaron, aaron, aaron…
then he had a kid and he fell off
and then he beefed with bxshxr, ’cause he’s a f-ckin’ loser
aaron no, aaron no!
don’t hit me, don’t hit me!
aaron, aaron, aaron, aaron, aaron, aaron…
i show you god within a man
shoutout to jordan for, raising this deadbeat’s kid

[verse 2]
i am a certified assh0l-
i couldn’t f-cking scream so i left the baby at home
i cut myself, rage, yet i lack a f-ckin’ backbone
stupid ‘lil b-tch i’m ’bout to show you how to act grown
what is your job b-tch? can you tell me?
you work for your grandma, b-tch, man you’re so street
you wanna stab me? then just do it you b-tch
c’mon brad, c’mon man, do it you b-tch
you’re fourteen ‘lil brother, stay in yo’ lane
stabbing me is like brady when he’s using his brain
i’m rippin’ off the f-ckin’ head of snakes, that sh-t you claim
daffy why you talkin’ with an accent? that sh-t’s fake
somehow it’s cool to be a motherf-ckin’ thug
you wanna play street, b-tch, you work for your grandma
p-ssy wanna try, yeah we like to stomp hoes
the only hoe i know fell off two f-ckin’ years ago
you had your chance kid, so quit it
i love you like i love one of my girls, i love b-tches
[?] the only ammo you got?
the next time you wanna diss b-tch, k!ll me with your shots
i got news for you brother, my uncles dead
c’mon talk about my motherf-ckin’ pills, go ahead
talk about my motherf-ckin’ psilocybin p-ssy boy
talk about the motherf-ckin’ seizure that i suffered bruh
bring up my brother, bring up my mother, i want it all b-tch
bring up my father, bring up the b-tch, i got it all [?]
where is he, is he, is he, left their assh0l-, kizzy
pulled a problemchild, busted then i, dippied
brady, why you dissing? saying that you’d k!ll me
nice f-cking job, sandwiches for a living
trapper of the century
i can’t wait for your overdose
shoutout to lostboy, f-ckin’ your friend
you got your unemployment checks b-tch, now you’re a man
somehow with all that f-ckin’ money b-tch still make trash
you said the scenes in your mouth b-tch, that’s why it’s dead
king of the incels, king of the dead
guess [?] track b-tch, spin it again
and make the same f-ckin’ song eight times in a day
the only time you made good musics when you got played, b-tch
(p-ssy problem- p-ssy, p-ssy, p-ssy problemchild)
go back to aaron when your bank has hit it’s miles
that stupid b-tch would take you any day a while
(p-ssy, p-ssy, p-ssy, p-ssy)
now it’s time to f-ckin’ smile

[verse 3]
problemchild cannot pull his d-ck out of brady
’cause if he cums there’s no baby
they bendin’ down and they suckin’, f-ckin’ and brady’s the lady
threaten my life again, b-tch i dare you
that p-ssy sh-t do not scare me
([?] crazy man)
this is free entertainment for my f-ckin’ hoes
watching brady getting closer to a noverdose
watching brady lose all his f-ckin’ chromosomes
aaron, aaron, daddy’s never f-ckin’ coming home
daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy doesn’t have a go
daddy, daddy, why you putting on an overcoat?
every time i see your life i lose some f-cking hope
(i f-cking hate this smile, call me p-ssy problemchild)
shhh, daddy, daddy, why you closing on the f-ckin’ door?
brady, brady, take yo’ ass right to the sandwich store
pull up on me when you get the gas to f-ckin’ go
yeah, unemployment sh-t is f-ckin’ fire
pokémon wants to claim k!ll for hire
my charity is too f-ckin’ nice
giving back to those who can’t domestically survive
i am immaculate p-ssy, you cookie
aaron come show me your goodies
but that’s the game of a rookie
daddy where are you? let’s lookie
show me a side [?]
overtaken by woman who pushy
where’s ya’ daughter? where’s ya’ daughter?
where’s ya’ daughter? where’s ya’ daughter?
[bridge]
she gettin’ raised by another man
she gettin’ raised by another man
hehehehaha, b-tch
[?] suck a d-ck

[verse 4]
man that sh-t was trash
you’re like an aid’s patient b-tch, go gave some ass
no you a scared little b-tch who f-ckin’ hates his dad
nah you’re a bratty little b-tch who couldn’t save your ass
(p-ssy problem- p-ssy, p-ssy)
so you crazy huh?
even though all you f-ckin’ do is drink lean in a cup
said i’m a woman yet i didn’t get abused by a sl-t
too bad you had to f-ckin’ bust on the side of her guts
you are the same, leave me alone, pick up the phone
put it on my pants, aaron please let me put my d-ck up in yo’ ass
i texted you for a reason you b-tch
i got gas money bro, you can suck it off my d-ck
b-tch i need some cash-app, cash-app, suck my f-ckin’ cash-app
and tell that broke boy i need my f-ckin’ lap tapped
my apologises i meant to say laptop
did aaron like it when that cheater gave him mad c-ck?
you think you tough, b-tch you lame as f-ck
i just opened up your assh0l- and teared it up
no matter what you f-ckin’ do b-tch, here’s the cut
leave my name up out your mouth and my d-ck in your b-tt, b-tch
(p-ssy problem- p-ssy, p-ssy, p-ssy problemchild)
(p-ssy problem- p-ssy, p-ssy, p-ssy problemchild)
(p-ssy problem- p-ssy, p-ssy, p-ssy-)
did aaron like it when that cheater gave him mad c-ck?

[verse 5]
(делит на бите, сука)
if i was a woman i [?]
[?]
oh sh-t, i forgot i need a f-cking mask
if you only brought that energy to be a f-ckin’ dad
and now, i’m going to free my [?] and breathe in
[?] percs [?] on my d-ck
how the f-ck you make this sh-t and think this b-tch was lit?
give my laptop, told you that i could teach you how to mix
b-tch you gone so, i can blame it up all on a b-tch
lost your child and neo told me you should f-ckin’ quit
[?] had a f-ckin’ kid and then he dipped
b-tch you gone soft, b-tch you gone soft
i think you- falling off

[verse 6]
you are [?], so p-ssy open your mouth
let me cum in your whole
let me beat on your spouse
[?], falling off
[?]
i wanna bust in aaron’s ass
livin’ with yo’ mamma, boy go be a dad
[?], you give it back
[?] do it all, i wanna ask
falling off, falling off, falling off
where’s my laptop?

[interlude]
can i put my b-lls in yo’ jaws?
b-lls in yo’ jaws?
can i? can i?
you put your b-lls in the [?]
falling off

[verse 7]
dear justin, i wrote you but you still ain’t calling
i left my cell, pager and my welfare at the bottom
i know you wanna take it, you broke motherf-cker
i wanna be like you, get beat up by my baby mother
i wanna be like you and never use a f-ckin’ rubber
if you wanna learn brad, learn from your brother
deadbeat midlife drug motherf-cker
stay broke your whole life b-tch, i hope suffer
you’re gonna die in michigan wit’ you and your brothers
screaming lowlife while you’re living with yo’ mother
made fun of me ’cause i had a f-ckin’ stutter
you stuttered in a b-tch and now she thinks that you love her
fool stance, you a a, [?] in the building
unemployment, thinking you got a record deal b-tch
don’t you ever hit me up, that’s [?]
focus on your kid

[outro]
i hope you die b-tch
when you hear this song i hope you f-cking cry b-tch
everything you say’s a bunch of f-cking lies b-tch
one down, one down, like jordan the one
and it’s funny to see, that he’s raising your grunt
justin, i tried to be nice
if i’m a f-cking woman, you just got abused twice

little [?]’s gonna be like “daddy can we buy something?” and i’ll be like “let me just check the f-cking mwam real quick honey.”, f-cking headass, shut the f-ck up

- bxshxr

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