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letra de here comes the cool guy - camboi smif

i’m so dope at eatin c-nt, i
ate my way out my moms, just a
week ’fore i was due, i was da
cutest lil demon, i been
ruinin lives, since nine-
-teen ninety five, sippin
on da blood of christ, from
a bottle in a freaker, straight
out da cape fear riva
live’rum port city
it’s dat white boy rapper
not as good as lil d-cky, trippin
on his niykee heaton streams
b-tch please…
i don’t need your f-ckin flummery
you’re nothing but a c-nt to me
and yet still… i wanna
get drunk with you, smoke da
skunk with you, put some
c-m in you, and hummus too
i’m talkin‘ bout you – me
and three doobies, i’mma
f-ck you in the booty
while we watch the bee movie
stick my d-ck in, dat
muhh f-kkin hoe’s back
f-ck her -ss, till her
-sshole prolapse, dis ain’t da
first time, i caused such’a
debacle, i f-cked ronald
mcdonald’s bottom, until he
walked with a waddle, but i’m’ll
ball dis b-tch, till she
isn’t pretty any’mo, give
da b-tch a cig, erry
thirty minutes or so
i’d take a lil head-no
zika, from a gritty hoe, i’d
even beef da goat’n uh
colostomy hole – ayo
my d-ck is as big as
whatever rhymes with it
so this time i’d say, it
is forty-five inches – i don’t
go down on b-tches, i descend
upon dem sh-ts – and i drink
da f-ckin p-ss, if’n when
dey eat asparagus – when
push comes to shove, i shove
my nuts into c-nts, till i
c-m, bust a lump, erry
time da f-ckin b-ss b-mps
on a sunday, f-xin
wit da radio, in-a
fast foot, parkin’ lot
gettin chic-fil-atio
it ain’t sh-t though
until da b-tch, get my j-zz
spilled, all da m-th-f-ck
up in her slizz hole, gimme
kids, hoe so i can
teach ‘em how to spell sh-t’n
make ‘em type they own adop-
-tion bios up on craigslist
i ain’t ready b-tch
nah, i ain’t never settlin’
i’m in cgm, so bein
dull is out my element
propose to me – n you
can kiss ya toof goodbye
cuz committin’ to a b-tch is
just a synonym for suicide
and i don’t wanna die
not until track five, i gotta
fight for my right, to slide
up in dyk- v-g-n-, make
no mistake, i won’t
hesitate to rape mics
nor wait to break out da
same exact hat as date mike

i’m sick with it, gettin
over every obstacle
hit a b-tch with my fist
as hard as humanly possible
i’m god awful, gnawin on
ya daughter’s blue waffle’n
once i fill her with c-m, then
i k!ll her with guns, it’s all
about bongs and blunts
thongs and c-nts, big
monster trucks, doin’ f-ckin
awesome stunts’n sh-t
hit me in the evening and i may
be too blazed to comprehend
or give a sh-t about a d-mn
thing that you’re sayin to me
cuz i’m in cool guy mode, m-th-f-cka

- camboi smif

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