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letra de arkham asylum - flxres

[intro: flxres]
yea, uh, ayy, huh
ayy, uh, uh-uh, uh (yea!)
huh, aw yea, huh! (f-ck)
f-ck, uh, um, b-tch, b-tch, b-tch
uh, uh! (uhhhhh)
flxres not again, b-tch!

[verse 1: flxres]
he detective, go-go-gadget
she too loud, she too ratchet
he get shocked when i want static
f-ck ass n-ggas, i ‘bout had it (uh)
talk tough, my ass ketchum, uh (yea)
packet, he need to ketchup, uh (b-tch)
i’m gon disrespect him, uh
i got ill intentions, uh, f-ck! (uh, uh, uh)
p-ssy wanna act bold!
he don’t got no backbone!
boot to spine, back blown!
black eyes, ichigo!
i’m gon eat your f-ckin’ soul!
boy, watch your f-ckin’ tone!
n-ggas tranny, n-ggas hoes!
soul won’t be ever sold!
i’m out for revenge, no batman (uh)
revenge on my chest, like an еmblem (uh)
need cash in my pocket, i’m h-llbеnt (yea)
beat that b-tch up, oj simpson (yea)
cash carti! uh, he get beat till he f-ckin’ leak, b-tch
uh, this ain’t a secret
won’t buy if it’s cheap, b-tch (uh, uh)
i’m gon f-ck it up!
p-ssyboy, don’t test your luck (uh)
i’m gon build a wall with these racks, f-ck trump!
black eyed peas, b-tch, f-ckin’ 4 deep in the cut
walk around bleached head, i’m a f-ckin punk
[verse 2: moxley!]
r.i.p. my n-gga vulture, he still shooting in the cut!
she look pretty on her fours, that b-tch said that i’m a mutt!
uh-uh-uh, city girls, she gon’ f-ckin’ act up!
spiked up blonde hair, b-tch, i feel like future trunks!
santana rip his lungs
yea, sancuti got the gun
me and flxres got him
we gon’ put his body in the dump!
call me crona, black blood
caught corona, well, f-ck
yes, i took his f-ckin’ sl-t
and i already f-cking f-cked!
yuh, i took his b-tch and he b-tthurt
first name sebastian but i ain’t a butler
i grab her neck and i proceed to cut her
p-ssy, he soft under heat like he b-tter
f-ck out my face, you get stabbed with a blade
your b-tch want my d-ck cause she f-ck with the taste
i’m not your boyfriend, stop calling me bae
i’ll backhand a b-tch in the motherf-ckin’ face!
boy, you a hoe, you get slapped with a bl!ck
just need a sword to take care of yo’ clique
i take that wh0re finna rub on her cl-t
jarrito in hand like a motherf-ckin’ spic
freaky ass b-tch, now she callin’ me rick
stay in my hair, like a motherf-ckin’ tick
slime on my body, i just came from nick
and i had to rewrite cause- yuh!
[verse 3: 561 santana]
i’m gon’ go stupid on this (b-tch)
i swear to god, boy, you can’t f-ck with a n-gga (b-tch, b-tch)
pull my b-tch hair back
i’ll text your b-tch in front of you, n-gga (huh, huh, huh)
i don’t give a f-ck, stop the cap, we know you p-ssy (know you p-ssy)
i got 12 on my ass, i’m in a h-llcat, p-ssy (skrt)
ok, push your b-tch, no t
i put rocks all on my t–th (yea, yea)
my n-gga flxxy made this beat (beat)
your b-tch too s-xy, i’mma beat
i’m high as f-ck, i’m smoking green
pass your b-tch right to the team (to the team)
i just been ballin’ like kareem
oh, she called, i’ll make her scream, haha (huh, b-tch)

[outro: flxres]
p-ssy wanna act bold!
he don’t got no backbone!
boot to spine, back blown!
black eyes, ichigo!

- flxres

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