letra de armed shooter - faz friends & rwqfsfasxc
(verse 1) they be tweaking
im reaching
bad b-tches in the city be leaving
plain these beacons
like a challenge that i’m leaving
b-tch im f-cking sad
can’t trust the b-tches dads
fredbear the fat
p-ssy rubbin da cat
b-tch yo ass just flat
i know he snitchin the rat
so im shooting his ass
u dont f-ck with me thats a fact
why this b-tch tryna cause drama
b-tch u votin for osama
feeling like im obama
cause im f-cking on yo momma
sneak dissin me u boutta get some trauma
truama in yo head pill making u feel dead
b-tch poppin em zed
after this u gon need yo beds
you put your pocket on b-tches for head
poppin brains in your forehеad
got some trouma
lama doma
f-ck u and your f-cking momma
get off the shеlf
antichrist your self
“yo help me make this song” no b-tch do it your self
(verse 2) i had way too many friends that dead
poping b-tches daily in the head
sleeping on zozos get your ass put to bed
makey makes it harder for the feds
when i shoot all i see is red
meds in the ass sky for ed
u don’t know sh-t
she be choking on sh-t
i f-ck women not a b-tch
left to die in a ditch
but i survived thatt b-tch
bars so hard im a great fit
fitting in the car bet u won’t fit
i like nle
and i like choppas
b-tch i be getting free mommas
likey glitchy
sucking d-cky
very very sticky
ye im sad
toy freddy he is fat
i dont what to drop
droppidy cops
im dropping the cops
working for opps
boutta shop
bop bop
boutta get shot
bop bop
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