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letra de i'ma pizza freestyle - johnny sam

[intro 1]
we’re back folks, it’s 93.594653212 kys
where we play all the songs the record labels pay us to play
regardless of musical talent
you love it and that’s why we love you
now eat this sh-t and tell us how good it tastes

[intro 2]
(ay ay)
got her d-ck whipped yeah i tamed that trick
indiana jones / castlevania sh-t
i be tryna play but the game so hip
idk ya slang but i slang this d-ck and i’m

[hook 1]
fixing to f-ck on yo b-tch
oops finna, i’m in her
no dinner, straight to her crib
whip out my whoop, slip in the tip and i shoot
(shoot shoot)
i might shoot me a movie
grab me a groupie, roll me a doobie
eyes low—red like rubies

[verse]
roll roll roll ya dope
gently down the seam
life is a dream, light up the green
stop at the sto’ get some sprite for the lean
rocking the show taking flight with the fiends
hop on that ho she slid right out her jeans
clock moving slow cuz i’m stocked with the dro
if she knock on my do’ i put c-ck in her throat
f-ck you talking bout?
i could speed the flow like lmnop
my dear watson that’s elementary
got flavors galore like jelly belly beans
we swift with the win like veni vidi vici
can’t believe that boy is really tryna beef
i’ma lay you on the street run his pockets when he sleep
he ain’t pay me for the lease but i gave that boy the beats
let a f-ck n-gga breathe while he up sh-t creek ay
someone call a parmedic cuz he need one
raining on him from the pyramid of giza
drip drop got sauce i’ma pizza
low key with the cheese on the visa
scroll through the phone and pick a ho
like miney mo,it ain’t no—(scroll) for (scroll scroll)
scroll through the phone and pick a ho
like miney mo, ain’t no time for eenie meenie
you ain’t a selibut, you a hypocrite
f-cked you and your friend you said i wouldn’t get to hit
you ain’t a selibut, you a hypocrite
f-cked you and your friend i thought you said i wouldn’t get to hit bih
what now? what’s that?
come again? run it back?
what now? what’s that?
wanna c-m again? we could run it back—look

[hook 2]
going to smoke with my friends
oops gonna, i run up
light the blunt up, p-ss to the left
no one was there, so high i fell out my chair
yeah, i don’t know what planet i’m on
(trippie ya ya ya ya)

[outro 1]
yeah but f-ck it i’m an alien
you irrelevant, i’m salient
in love with my sh-t—pygmalion
google that son you a b-tch ovarian
yup, just cuz it rhymes
don’t give f-ck about nothing it’s fine
don’t give a f-ck about nothing it’s gross
gimme ya pity or p-ssy or both

[outro 2]
coming up next
a six-hour interview with joseph budden
do touch that dial folks you will wanna miss this one

- johnny sam

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