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letra de missingno. - devon hendryx's mouth

[intro]
uh, burn
forty up in my car seat (forty in my car seat)
baby, i know you want that (baby, i know you want that)
everything, i earned it (everything, i earned it)
bet you think you could burn that (bet you think you could burn that)
twenty for my n-ggas (twenty for my n-ggas)
forty for my hoes (forty for my hoes)
got me surfin’ up the [?] (surfin’ up the [?])
like i’m looking for a missing note

[verse 1]
uh, one b-tch told me we would be together
liar, f-cking cheater, you a dog, from that leader
got my heater on my left side, smack you ’till you cross-eyed
bow, bow, bow, bow, god-d-mn b-tch
take this as a short-side
on my line to see chain status
hoe, i thought we was married?
now you livin’ single
wеll, hoe, i got that kratos
for your b-tch-ass, think fast
get up in that ass, like quick-fast
and a hurry, not a worry
i cut thе phone lines, n0body’s dropping dimes
who the f-ck got a phone in 2011, anyway?
i haven’t seen one since i was seven
in the 90’s, when everything was [?]
screaming generation y and wondering: “why me?”
i’m a real good n-gga, got real good credit
i paid off all my car notes
don’t drink and i rarely smoke
so why the f-ck you bench me, coach?
why the f-ck you bench me coach?
i’m so good at courting, do that while i play four-string
six-man, kickstand, b-tch-slap, open hand, aw
[verse 2]
(burn)
murder, murder, murder
i’ve been thinking about this k!lling spree
i will murder you, and then i’ll turn around and murder me
say you never heard of me, well please do me this courtesy
and come out this [?], man up, baby don’t scream
my god, my word and my car
all i f-cking have now is my nuts to the wall
and i’m on my [?], poison like ricin
mr. officer, we got this
lord, i’m goin’ in, i’m breaking bad
i’m on the fringe, better watch your ass
so out of sight, when we was f-cking
maybe cause i never, ever, saw you cumming, uh
i’m pullin’ all these models b-tches [?]
cause nothing tastes as good as skinny peels
on the wheel, it’s the sign of the times
tick-tock, motherf-cker, it’s going down
i don’t have to rhyme, it comes from the heart
but sometimes i don’t know where to start
and then i end up on this finish line, k!lling time
you must be big ben, cause your ass is mine
depression and windows, what do they have in common?
we’re both going through, ooh
[outro: a n-gga named steve]
aye, this is the f-ck i am talking about n-gga
aye, generation y 1989, right there n-gga
f-ck these b-tches, f-ck that sh-t
who gave these b-tches power?
aye, man, n-ggas put the p-ssy on the pedestal, n-gga
f-ck the p-ssy, i kick the p-ssy off the pedestal, n-gga
then i go pick the p-ssy up, throw it in the trash
then go buy some more p-ssy, that’s how i do it, baby!
f-ck that sh-t, f-ck these hoes, n-gga
i throw these b-tches out the window n-gga
woo, that’s how i earned my respect!
say you get respect from these hoes, you throw these hoes out the building
and never cross you again, you know why?
cause they “d-mn, n-gga!”
woo, n-gga this song is so god-d-mn awesome!
n-gga, woo!
lemme tell ya, man, lemme tell ya!
i always listened to this song with my b-tch
playing with her titties and she was like
ooh, i love this song!
and i was like “you’re god-d-mn right b-tch”
then i kick the b-tch off the window!
generation y 90’s babies in this b-tch, n-gga!

- devon hendryxs mouth

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