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letra de 3:35am - fanny pakkkkkkk

[verse 1: j_pastey]
my b-tch got an abortion
then we f-cked the next morning
i came in her ass without warning
then i said it was boring
then she got pregnant again
so back to the clinic we went
so much cash that i spent
money as god i repent
applying for a new blessing
my b-tch hope in my mentions
one minute we texting
then i see her undressing
then she on my erection
all i’m doing is flexing
you know i got connections
that ain’t even a question

[verse 2: diaper boi]
act goofy for the foreground
collect it in the background
we that hidden sh-t
funnel the funds into our compound
if you mad at our sh-t yeah we joking
none of the bars that we spitting be real sh-t, we just kidding
you must be dumb as f-ck taking this literally
we say obscene sh-t deliberately
and we deliver it brilliantly
making this little bit differently
in the stu with the day ones f-cking up the game
make it rain make it rain
got the moola k!ll the game
[chorus: diaper boi & yung jizz]
f-nny pakkkkkkk coming up
yeah we came to take your lane
we invade like the sp-ce
got a grin up on our face
f-nny pakkkkkkk coming up
yeah we came to take your lane
we invade like the sp-ce
got a grin up on our face (yo)

[verse 3: yung jizz]
let me get my bars off real quick
y’all thinking we can’t write real sh-t? (what?)
man the whole next albums full of real sh-t
give me a chance to spit as yung jizz for a bit (uh huh)
sensitive motherf-ckers tryna feel sh-t (ugh)
while they can’t handle they own sh-t
they be dealing with some old sh-t
they can’t stay focused
y’all finna get swarmed by locusts
i’ve been staying low-key
if you f-ck with my homies you ain’t getting home b
you won’t be lonely
i’ll make your nose bleed (ah)
you a phoney, like jerry, seinfeld
tryna navigate through a minefield
keeping all my true sh-t concealed, like a forcefield
how we finna sign a deal
when you can’t even find us like springfield (what?)
shoutout homer
money in a pile call me gomer
if you find us i’ll run you over in a rover
or a lawnmower with a bad motor so it goes slower
clean it up with a leaf blower
now your casket is being lowered
you were mediocre
this track be over so here’s some closure, b-tch (b-tch)

- fanny pakkkkkkk

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