letra de fundip - cacity
[intro]
(does it feel for you, like it feels for me? yeah) (karmamøb)
who the f-ck is this?
who invited this guy?
[?] get the f-ck out, get out of here bro
[chorus]
so funny how you gonna talk sh-t, ayy
got a chopper, aim it right at yo’ f-ckin’ face
little b-tch, gonna put you in yo’ f-ckin’ place
ask yo’ grandma how my motherf-ckin’ d-ck taste
like yuh, hop in that biatch
and i got so much bread that i rented the whole kiosk
ice so cold, b-tch went into a shock
made twelve racks and then i got home and beat off ([?] coupe with the drop top, ooh)
[verse]
i just broke into yo’ homie’s crib, [?], f-cking kush, ayy
i just took an egg from the [?] that b-tch was fabergé
imma let my nuts hang if these b-tches gon’ be in the way
i don’t give a f-ck-fu-fu-f-ck
[?] every f-cking day
get the f-ck out my way and get off of my d-ck, b-tch
i don’t mean to startle you but you sleepin’ with fishes
what you do gets you behind, what i do is proficient
why don’t you do me a favor and go say hi to the misses?
yuh, you gonna be missed, b-tch
i can never go back, even though i f-cking miss it
even though i’m talking old sh-t, y’all hearing this new sh-t
to those motherf-ckers i was just a f-cking misfit
but then i clapped back-back-back
now they’re all mad-mad
shout out to me, i’m realising everything’s ass
and i had a couple friends, on my back they just stabbed
i don’t give a f-ck anymore ’cause all i can do is laugh, b-tch, laugh, ayy
[chorus]
so funny how you gonna talk sh-t, ayy
got a chopper, aim it right at yo’ f-ckin’ face
little b-tch, gonna put you in yo’ f-ckin’ place
ask yo’ grandma how my motherf-ckin’ d-ck taste
like yuh, hop in that biatch
and i got so much bread that i rented the whole kiosk
ice so cold, b-tch went into a shock
made twelve racks and then i got home and beat off ([?] coupe with the drop top, ooh)
so funny how you gonna talk sh-t, ayy
got a chopper, aim it right at yo’ f-ckin’ face
little b-tch, gonna put you in yo’ f-ckin’ place
ask yo’ grandma how my motherf-ckin’ d-ck taste
like yuh, hop in that biatch
and i got so much bread that i rented the whole kiosk
ice so cold, b-tch went into a shock
made twelve racks and then i got home and beat off ([?] coupe with the drop top, ugh)
[outro]
(tell me how it feels)
a-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
b-tch
ugh, he-he-he-he-he (does it feel for you, like it feels for me? yeah)
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