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letra de bonfire (remix) - fv

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alright, it’s childish gambino, can’t forget me like i’m rosebud
drop unexpected and improper like some noseblood
take a drum, take a f-cking sl-t, f-ck’em both up
taking reign all over your land, cause the flow’s mud

drinking in the kitchen, roast c-nts while i toast fun
swing my nuts, round a haunted home, making ghosts come
can’t stop chugging beers, well, i guess it’s one of those months
educated rap, no effin d’s, call’em those nuts

‘far as salaries go
i’m like a g-y luigi with’em, try to marry the o’s
hugging my bros, getting too drunk, carry me home
i can’t remember where it is, it’s either paris or rome

i’m in the hotseat and i love it, gonna marry the throne
your singing voice, y soprano? leave it after the tone
i love it though, it’s an homage, h is silent, you know
your style is heroin, so drop the h from champ and be blown

you rappers impotent and illeterate, zero ball-zac
calling god a c-nt, i’m not surprised when no one calls back
told me i can’t f-ck with this sh-t, let me pause that
mind is getting paradoxical like a lost map

load your f-cking gps head battling sleepiness
bible should named be called sh-t my god says, cbs
do he mean bs about the things our lord jesus says?
you’re mad, while i’m like a loyal mexican, won’t see me stress

see the fence? f-cking cleaning sucks, watch me leave a mess
try to clean your f-cking daughters chest and her creamy breast
your defence on the thin side, mine is really dense
lyrics criminal, so i guess i’ll make the beat confess

reinhold, judy, apatow. d-mn it, are you happy now?
open a pandora can of popculture make andy’s proud
wait until you here the camp bells, when it comes to town
sober now, making vodka scream, making sake howl

chilling with my enrons. say it like a white collar
f-ck green, got a black wallet, making white dollars
if i never take a break, f-ck it, why should i bother?
we used to play all the time, dude, nightcrawler

drinking all across the f-cking country, we’re party folk
last night we were pretty wealthy kids. now we nasty broke
eyes around the head, voldemort, we are hardly stoked
always one step ahead of you mosters, gary oak

females always touching on my nuts, like they’re pokeb-lls
hope she knows, it’s no strings attached, like a broke guitar
ladies want to get close with me. fellas hope he’s far
told me i’m not fit, cause the d.i.d, but i know we are

marilyn s-x appeal with kennedy hair
i’m on tour dallas-los angeles, you better beware
blast compet-tion, blue sh-lls, i’ll never be fair
my two cents are worth f-cking millions, my pennies are rare

- fv

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