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letra de jolly rancher runtz - gaptoothlukaz

[verse 1: hammond preacher]
i ain’t make this beat, i stole this sh-t from looperman
a glock star wars like a george, uh, lucas fan
water on that b-tch…
(f-ck) michigan
water on that b-tch, yeah, that hoe made me hit my scuba dance (scuba dance)
drank four beers, got in the whip, that’s modelo effect
it’s f-cked up what they did to nelson mandela, huh?
on god (on f-cking god)
slaughter gang, had to represent, b-tch, i’m up
slaughter gang– ahh, i’m not 21 savage (nope)
i’m in the whole foods, stealing your cabbage (deserve shoplifting)
i’m f-cking your spouse, i’m airing your baggage out (always, always)
stealing all your clothes (never not stеaling)
designer, b-tches and hoеs (always in my crib)
walk in my crib with curious george (huh?)
everybody, get on the floor (what?)
-cartoon running sound effect-

[verse 2: lukaz]
i’ma chokeslam you like i did mankind
i’ma new alien, i destroy all mankind
i’ma steal your car, you a gta pedestrian (get out the b-tch!)
i’ma slap your face, you a gta pedestrian (b-tch!)
i’ma steal your money, you a gta pedestrian (gimme that change!)
i think you get the point, you a gta pedestrian (you gon’ resp-wn)
my momma told me, “don’t date no white b-tches,”
i told her i am g-y, she said, “yeah, no white b-tches” (no marshmallows!)
was at a party and i threw up near white people (embarrassing…)
just scammed printer and they gave me like nine visuals (pretttyy b-tch!)
just f-cked your n-gga, now i’m cooking up on the griddle (no apr-n on!)
was on the moon, now i’m playing wit’ my new fiddle (that’s my favorite instrument)
he gon’ play this fiddle
just f-cked a b-tch and i think she was ms. frizzle (seatbelts, everyone!)
just heard the opps pulled up on stuart little
(that’s kinda f-cked up, though, you gon’ shoot on my n-gga, bruh?
what’d he ever do to y’all, he just chillin’ in arizona, bro, chill!)
[verse 3: hammond preacher]
one eye on the bag, i’m a super minion
max spilled his jelly, like a f-cking (b-tch b-tch b-tch!)
b-tch, how the f-ck bro even gonna make a sandwich? (ham & cheese!)
nevermind he broke he ain’t gonna make no sandwich? (turkey & cheese!)
b-tch i’m f-cking hungry i might make myself a sandwich? (grilled cheese!)
i’m on twitter dot com, yeah, yeah, brain damage
get the f-ck off that website! (ahh, woahhh!)
sorry, i got sidetracked

[outro: urfriendgrace]
now, what is going on here?
on this beat, on this day, in this moment in time??
yoo!
this is giving innovation, it’s giving creativity, it’s giving duo (duooo)
(y’all heard that “gta pedestrian” line?)
everything and more
wow, y’all silly, goofy, and fun; i love y’all for that

- gaptoothlukaz

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