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letra de fuckyogimmick - cinoevil

(fistf-ck t-shirt
bad ass b-tch
i don’t know limits
f-ck it, yeah.)

[verse 1 – cinoevil]
i don’t know no limits
pull up to your show in a four door tinted
i can perform in the parking lot, make it more popping than this sh-t
f-ck yo gimmick
n0body knows your lyrics
i came to party with midgets
talking sh-t about the team, i’ll be on your front lawn like i’m dan in the civic
double or nothing
strings are attached like a government puppet
about to head out like a bun in the oven that’s making his way out the p-ss with a compass
lay low
b-tch, give me road head on the way home
young king stacking up pesos
big booty feeling like play dough
ayyo
i look like caviar and wealth
you look like an elf on the shelf
just down a bottle of delsym and hang yourself with a belt
unlike epstein b-tch
death came in the dark like a wet dream drip
the extremists eat lead ‘p’ chips with my d-ck in their mouth like evergreen mints
i don’t know no limits
pull up to your crib in a stone cold fitted
stun everybody that’s home even your granny and kitten
f-ck your kitten
i ride for my dogs, trust that
never front like i bust caps
but the freehold muskrats with dumb raps all seem to know where them guns at
gotta let a little laugh out for real
y’all whack as h-ll
this the worst track i ever made in my life and it’s slapping still

[verse 2 – morskamo]
n-gga f-ck your gimmick
pull up to your crib in a four door tinted
got your b-tch in the back tied up, stop tripping
put my d-ck in her mouth like a sl-t eye witness
why the f-ck y’all tripping? y’all n-ggas ain’t sh-t
y’all birds, y’all pidgeons
i’m the slaughterhouse king, chop you up like chicken
cluck cluck f-ckboy
tripped out, i’m fishing aye
looking for my next l!ck
your b-tch like a dead fish
flopping around with my fist in her p-ssy, woah, she won’t ever get kids
scrambled eggs. dismantled legs
she choked on my d-ck and threw up all my kids. crème brûlée
f-ckyogimmick
this my clinic
she it off her nipple and sent it to me through the mail like van gogh, vincent
let me paint an image, potato eaters in this rap game, no rappers safe, i’m starving
eat them up all like wedges

[verse 3 – charlie wolfe]
i ain’t know no limits
pull up to your show in a four-door tinted and the whole crew in it spitting something vicious
gone and off the liquid, kissing on your misses
never cap like you rapper spoofs
finna get my cake and eat it too
if we just f-cking then she like it rude
she said “you want the cake, you gotta eat it too”
charlie known for that freak sh-t, charlie known to go deep in
cue up key bumps until my nose drip, that’s why you never see me sleeping
have your face on a milk box and then i’ll call up kamo cuz he will pop
long mag with the red dot and we both shooting like it’s co-cop
-gun shots-
“is he dead?”
“yeah”
i’ve been a sick kid on rappers hit list
since my wish list was santa’s wig split
sick of rich kids with crucifixes
spitting like they all about that business
all that fake sh-t will get your jaw clipped
wolfe been 666
run up on your house, h-rns poking out
we can k!ll it with a quickness
whack sh-t up in my head set
stay the f-ck up out my mentions
don’t know who you think that you’re impressing
your dead homies ain’t in heaven
wolfe

- cinoevil

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