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letra de go$ho's nipple - camfu music

part 1: yung nickson

[verse 1: yung nickson]
gosho’s nipple looks like a pimple
he so simple, his nipple symbol
and he thinks he can dribble
gettin’ fat because of skittles
that’s not how i’m having it
your mom i’m hijacking it
your face i’m attacking it
get your fat flesh on the treadmill
from your ugly body i get a bad chill
your mom, b-tch, is what i drill
in basketball you have no sk!ll
i don’t care about how you feel
it’s the 26th of november
b-tch you gotta surrender
i’mma chop you like blender
i’m the shot sender
tell me which is your gender?
this track is so hot just like ember
you’re people’s offender
b-tch go check your calendar
you are just a loser, you’re just a school abuser
you have no sense of humor
in my life you’re just a tumor
catch these b-lls and dunk them in your mouth
i’mma make your momma shout
why the f-ck is she so loud?
my d-ck is big and there’s no doubt
your fake friends told me you’ve been telling lies
also, you’re scared of heights
are you unhappy with your size?
hit the gym for exercise
for two f-cking years i’ve built my anger and hatred towards you
for every stupid thing that you do, your parents reward you
i’m really surprised that there was a family that wanted to adopt you
so go home, sit down, and f-ck you
chronic masturbator looking like a child molester
i’m your terminator, you’re my prey, i’m an alligator
vakïs, tuzzo gonna k!ll you later
remember me as your creator

part 2: da’ tuzzo

[intro]
who’s that? who’s that? uh
who’s that? who’s that? tuzzo
who’s that? who’s that? uh
who’s that? who’s that? tuzzo
who’s that? who’s that?
who’s that? who’s that? tuzzo
who’s that? who’s that? uh
who’s that? who’s that?

[verse 2: da’ tuzzo]
hey, you, yeah, gosho, can you hear that? da’ tuzzo takes a part in this motherf-ckin’ track
the purpose of my entrance is to put you out
so, sit back, relax, it’s as easy as that
do you ‘member while back
when you put yo’ fat -ss on the desk and it cracked? (asifon)
but f-ck that
i can sure make some fun of the weight you done puttin’
but b-tch i don’ want my time been losin’
you say you eat them veggies but you keep on lyin’
the tasty chocolate snicker is the sh-t you buyin’
please, stop, you make me m-th-f-cka cryin’
take a look, you still are f-cking horrifyin’
boy your pinky brain thinks you know a whole lot
yet again you say “oh god, i forgot”
then i’mma k!ll you with that one shot, one shot
d-mn, i’ll be on the hotspot
did you come outta “pinocchio”?
your nose has the length of tokyo
last time i saw something like you
i flushed it, mind you
gosho, you so desperately wanna f-ck a fat -ss
but martina won’t be the one who’s down for that
sorry that you had to feel the crippling anger
but you see – this sh-t’s a motherf-cking banger
now i’m puttin the three in the trio
and i’m p-ssin the flow to my brutha ivo
but wait
you really deserve it, that’s what i’ve observed
it’s a fact, that’s why i’m making this f-cking diss track
now, say som’, you’ll get p-ssed at
“i’m a b-tch”, put this on a tat
you in three words – a stinky rat
one quick tip – just stay in the dark
talking to you, that’s child’s play
after all you’ve done – that’s the price you pay
from now on i’m the one you must obey
excuse me but i have sh-t to say
be a good guy – take this l
get your sh-t together, you really smell
“шест и девет”, does it ring a bell?
finally, i bid you farewell

[outro]
казвам се брусли брендалин, духът на брусли!

part 3: vakïs

[hook: vakïs]
lyrical spiritual individual
sacrifice you, that’s my ritual
drop the top on my ghost, b-tch it’s spiritual
why say that you real? that’s satirical
b-tch you so autistic, that it’s clinical
slam you so hard that you’ll reach your motherf-cking pinnacle
ay

[verse 3: vakïs]
ayy ayy, gosho’s g-y
runs through his f-cking dna
so r-t-rded he forgets his name
can’t play but thinks he’s nba
nipple twister just like tosho
who’s the fat insecure b-tch gosho?
f-ck with vakïs, b-tch, that’s a no-no
take the l but you like d, you h-m-
b-tch i’m like shaq in the corridor
your voice sound like you’re f-cking 4
you can’t even get it on with a wh-r-
you always speak like your throat is sore, ay
scared of heights, you look high, you a boar
i be flexin’, why? cuz’ i get it more. (brr, brr, brr)
i get the bands, b-tch i’m flexing
got n-body on your phone textin
if you got friends they’re next, ay
worry ’bout your life, you ain’t lasting
three of us, teach you a lesson
you crazy like marilyn manson
ain’t k!ll you alone so i’m p-ssing
i rule the world like i’m nas, ay
b-tch i wrote this to take you down
if i wrote all i’d be up ’til dawn
12 can’t track my sh-t down on discord
head’s a square but your body round
eat so much sauce, call you g-sauce
ran through this track, need a repose

[verse 4: vakïs]
bet
after hearing this you’ll back up
start crying ’cause you a wack f-ck
you’ll pull out the victim card
and guess what comes after that?
“oh my god they bully me.”
think you could ever fool with me?
then say you ain’t an enemy?
sh-ttin’ yourself and we all agree
remember how much of a ho you were
pickin’ on others ’cause you’re insecure
fat -ss loser, think you’re cruel
your d-ck’s a noodle and we’re here to rule

part 4: shepard

[intro: crowd]
-crowd screaming-
we love you mr. president!
mr. president!

[intro: shepard]
y’all already know i’m gonna be in this b-tch
you know. flex mode is on
before i end this fierce diss, i want you to hear this. (woo)
[vakïs up in this beat]

[verse 5: shepard]
you can kiss my -ss ‘cuz you voted for that b-tch
don’t you think you a homie, you’s a motherf-ckin’ snitch
i can flex on you with that abercombie and fitch
i can beat you with my money, you know i’m rich
i’mma hustler. you a thot
don’t get noisy, you get popped
i can f-ck martina you can motherf-cking not
you’s a pest, you’s a rat
y’all already know biogard slayed dis track. (okay)
woo, let’s go
bro your brain is of lack
your breath stinks, you should take a tic-tac
i’mma beat your -ss like a boxing sack
don’t make me bring the whole track back
you kicking vakïs’s backpack?
don’t make me clap back
you know on this part i’mma go insane
why do you and kermit sound the same? (h-llo)
your pewdiepie impressions are really lame. (ay)
why you playin’ basketball? you can’t even game
bro i’m not doing this rap sh-t for the fame. (woo)
you should better put some respek on my name
you are so disrespectful, you got no shame
you know i’m the president and now’s my reign. (woo)
you say you’re healthy, but i don’t see no gain
don’t even try to drive in my lane. (skrt)
you can’t even touch this 24k chain. (bling)
all of your efforts with martina are in vain
why do you smell so gross?
boy, it’s so bad don’t come close
bro look at you nose
b-tch i’m drippin with this sauce
don’t think we’re foes
get outta here with those fat toes
don’t hide those insecurities, everybody knows
in the cinema you need two rows
gotta end this roast i suppose, b-tch

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