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letra de yonko! - coolguy_diet

[intro]
uh-rha-rha-rha-rha
pandumxnium, sell your blood!
yeah! baby, that’s what i’m talkin’ about!
rhaaa!

[verse 1: coolguy_diet]
b-tch, i’m kaido, don’t need shotty
pop out back with the conquerors, haki
b-tch, i’m raizo, flamin’ his body
gear shift up, fifth gear, i’m godly
i need a daimyo, bad b-tch, hottie
step in my room and run that sh-t naughty
b-tch, i’m p-ssed and i’m rowdy
every one of you, i’m gon’ body
ay-yay!
yo’ b-tch on her back, i’m ’bouta f-ck her ’til she blind
ain’t n0body ready when i come in from behind
what?
everybody run it, but you only makin’ dimes
money that i’m making, man, this sh-t should be a crime

[bridge: coolguy_diet]
you a jit, you a b-tch
and you is mid, huh?
ain’t n0body want it
with a kid who got no rizz, huh?
jist of the list
is you only shoot and miss, huh?
ain’t n0body run it
’cause your music sound like sh-t, huh?
[verse 2: coolguy_diet]
dripped out fit, maxed stats, i got it
run that sh-t, bro, yes i brought it
run that sh-t with a bite-sized b-tch
on my d-ck right now, oh sh-t, she modded
cyber b-tch up on my d-ck
yami, gura, on my wrist
i got observation, b-tch
’round the town, they know my rizz

[verse 3: walnutgod]
around the time, p-ssy know my clique
how the f-ck i’m finna talk my sh-t?
bodies, on bodiеs, on bodies
on bodies, on bodies
tеll bro, “get off my d-ck!”
middle-aged shooters, they pushin’ forties
don’t act like my friend, p-ssy, you don’t know me
straight dirt-rocked, how we do ya, brodie
we gon’ get to his head like the tsukuyomi
f-ck, we gon’ put him in a cast, bro
stick gon’ hit his body, whip around him like a lasso
bricked up with yo’ shawty, she a mommy-milking bad hoe
diamonds on my body, hittin’ limits you can’t pass, though
ay, now, we drainin’ the whole clip
“f-ck, i ain’t mean to shoot ’em”, boy, it is what it is
b-tch, all i’m seein’, red, when i pull up to your crib
pow, pow, now they dead
n-gga thought he was the sh-t
[verse 4: deadboii kez]
one in a million, hit the deck when i walk in
i been k!llin’ b-tches all day, i’m exhausted
he was talkin’ hot sh-t, his life is what it cost him
all my shooters finna clap him up, don’t applaud him
ac-130, i’ma summon it
my k!ll feed go bananas, b-tch
’cause i just k!lled a bunch of them
downhill, sliding with my gang, who be runnin’ sh-t
hundred round drum on that b-tch, he can’t stomach it
walk in, pop sh-t, lookin’ for a target
he walk in with both legs, he leaving in a harness
f-ck what they saying, all these b-tches aren’t the hardest
i walk in with nothin’ on me, k!ll ’em all, regardless

- coolguy_diet

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