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letra de fiendin! - coolguy_diet

yeah, yeah, yeah
bad

little bitty on my d-ck
like a cosign
hit it like a raid
how i’m coming in on
both sides
we gon’ run a train
she a bad lil’ bovine
big fat titties in my hands
in a low ride

i would suggest that
you sit down
gambling addict
i spin rounds
everything i’m doing
i’m proud
everything you doing
is clowned

f-cking your b-tch
i’m f-ckin’ yo’ b-tch
i’m f-ckin’ yo b-tch
i’m f-ckin’ yo’ b-tch
i’m f-ckin’ yo’ b-tch
and you really missed out
she got addicted from
just a lil’ kiss now
don’t worry too much
you can get d-cked down
equal opportunities
i’m ’bout it
someone commented
“you’re good?”
i doubt it
ice cream truck passed by
while i was shouting
missed that sh-t
and f-ck
now i’m pouting

really wish that b-tch
would come back
really miss yo’ b-tch
on my lap
not that bad
she l!ckin’ my crack
okay now she back
on my lap
okay d-mn
she throwin’ that ass
okay d-mn
she drainin’ my sack
this sh-t don’t look good
for your pack
down in georgia
i skinned a devil
put on his face
and my chainsaw revels
all this blood
has got them disheveled
and all this blood
has got me my levels

aye
what’s up b-tch
pop out back
with a bone
i’m a lich
raise yo’ dead chick
just for my d-ck
too much talk
bout yo’ b-tch on my stick
i get it i get it
change that pack
raid yo’ house
that b-tch get sacked
wake up twice
and i hit that track
make up twice
cause yo’ b-tch get slapped
she like it
wait hold on
aye
aye
hold on
hold on
hold on

let me tell you what it’s bout b-tch
pack-a-punch on my d-ck, kid
runnin’ back to yo’ missus
double clip give her kids, b-tch
i got 12 different mistress
spread the love
like it’s christmas
racking up all my riches
f-ck right off
of my business

aye i’ve been revvin’
revvin’ revvin’ revvin’ up
yeah everybody really want a cut
i sit here chillin’ posted with a blunt
while watchin’ money roll in playin’ hunt
i hop in the stars
yeah i’m up in a sp-ce ship
my life is motherf-cking what i make it
money talent b-tches
what i’m chasin’
house yo’ spouse yo’ couch is what i’m takin’
i take that sh-t
and tie you in the bas-m-nt
take yo’ skin
and then i’m poppin’ casings
cops are rolling up
become a patient
poppin’ percy potions gets me hastened

wait what?
nah keep goin’
let’s go, let’s get it
every day a lil’ better
every day you gettin’ worse
i ran in with a pole
started shootin’ in a burst
it’s a clown car van
whole family in a he-rs-
yessir you all work harder than me
so it’s even sadder you’re not better than me
wake up b-tch
you been workin’ for free
you a little kid
you ain’t worth the cheese

b-tch
f-ck you
peace

- coolguy_diet

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