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letra de gumball - joejas

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it’s your man in the dc’s
brand is the feces
annoying as f-ck hope you happy to see me
(shut up!)
not to fond of the greeny
but still keep it tight
as ross in a mankini

and i ain’t gown stop till we all rich
scratch the surface
d-mn do my b-lls itch
like herpes caused it
thought i was making out with sally
woke up to motherf-cking dog licks

still eating waffles in my waffles cups
apostles in posse cut
type beats we barring up

music weird
promoters stay starving up
so imma make my own meat
and learn to f-cking carve it up

cause i don’t need hand outs
from no one
unless you trying to jack me off
and take a load on
and i can load off
till i go soft
and micro
that’s bill gates style

vile
twenty something lanky man child
wild
mouth stay running like the nile
i’ll
whip an e30 racking miles
smile
death ain’t specific when it dials
(ring ring!)

ask thanos bout that one
get the infinity stones
smooth criminal
and jack-son
take over a universe
and make a llama faction
with a chair made of
hairy m-ffins i can bask in

tunes got a nep to ’em
kind of a step to ’em
play it in my bedroom and
jump and just get stupid

only create it fluid
h20 grabbing
use to play it p-ssive
move soft
people take advantage
keep some v–gr-
so i ain’t ever flaccid
don’t eve focus on the past tense
and it’s dreams where my cash went

still got these dino-moshing to that nasty pasta
shows out of 10
say-ten
call your pastor
don’t put me in a box
i’m not alabaster
when pops kicked me out
had me feeling like a b-st-rd

but we cool now
leave the bygones
in the background
since a school child
always wanna make
my own d-mn sound

songs about imaginary chicks
and a yellow e30
that i’m really tryna whip
south of the river
where i skate and f-cking p-ss
off
the locals doing
dumb
-ss
sh-t
(ok!)

still j.o.,
from a day old
(true!)
suck my f-cking mayo
till i k.o.,
tighter than a bald n-gg-s cornrows
my bands planet
you can hear us playing f-cking lame notes
out

just wanna whip round late nights
in my car that’s my own
ain’t no worry bout a great white
but it ain’t no rush
yea it ain’t no rush

just wanna whip round late nights
in my car that’s my own
ain’t no worry bout a great white
but it ain’t no rush
yea it ain’t no rush

probably the e30
or the mercy
80’s style
in that blue
that baby child
gear change playing flocka out loud
but i can put on cruise
play some jazz real mild

that earl klugh
cd
slide through
while i’m waiting for burgers
in a drive through
munch it up with the llama on the dash
hand on the wheel as i’m letting time p-ss

just wanna whip round late nights
in my car that’s my own
ain’t no worry bout a great white
but it ain’t no rush
yea it ain’t no rush

just wanna whip round late nights
in my car that’s my own
ain’t no worry bout a great white
but it ain’t no rush
yea it ain’t no rush

- joejas

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