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letra de if you think youre safe just remember i’m out there. - karmamøb

[intro]
yuh, hahaha
yo, there’s some sh-t that i just want (ooh) to address real quick (what?) um
so (okay) murder—, all of murder that’s happening in the world needs to stop, alright?
like, it has to stop
what the f-ck is this? elevator music?
what the f-ck—, what the f-ck (ayy, this sh-t vibey, though) is this?
alright, whatever
all of the murder needs to stop that’s goin’ on
because y’all are seriously stealin’ my sh-t
y’all are seriously stealin’ my entire flow
y’all gotta (yuh) f-ckin’ stop that, for real
(issbrokie)

[verse 1]
uh, saw a bad b-tch on of
short lil’ b-tch named yvonne flores (yvonne flore)
sippin’ on juice, not orange
bad lil’ b-tches wanna know that you don’t care (don’t care)
makin’ all these waves, not rowin’
plug askin’ if i want some shrooms, like “most def'”
yeah, tweakin’ lil’ b-tch doin’ coke, meth
smokin’ on some sh-t that i don’t even know yet (wait)
hol’ up, that b-tch name carol (okay)
i f-ck that b-tch (yah) while we watchin’ will ferrell (it was a elf)
f-ck that b-tch daughter named merrell (merrell)
she got her p-ssy squirt on my apparel, uh
now that sh-t tie-dye
if he talkin’ sh-t, i’ma hit ’em with the .55
short ass rapper tryna beef, he like 5’5″ (okay)
if he tryna buck, then i’m turnin’ into mike tyson (okay)
my boyfriend said he don’t like my guns
i-i-i don’t give a f-ck, i’ma snipe, snipe, snipe
sh-shootin’ these rappers be beefin’ with karmamøb
fl!ckin’ her beam like i’m turnin’ her on and off (on and off)
sing on this beat (ooh), motherf-cker, like “la-la-la” (la-la-la)
eatin’ her p-ssy, i’m l!ckin’ her carpet off (carpet off)
i drank a whole forty, then i’ma just barf it off
i stomp out that f-ggot, then after i’m marchin’ off
[verse 2]
wait (blatantly h0m-phobic), hold up, let me just lap my booth
i f-cked a bald b-tch, she lookin’ just like caillou (ew)
you drop a song, i make sure to not like it, dude (yeah)
if we be f-ckin’, best know that i’m bitin’ you
no, i won’t get on your sh-tty ass cypher, dude (ayy)
i know that sh-t be some trash
bought half the market, i drank half the glass (ayy)
bad lil’ b-tch in my bed, know i’m tappin’ her ass (and that p-ssy)
i feel like garfield, i’m stackin’ them cheese (yuh)
yo’ b-tch look like odie (yuh), her back gettin’ beat (what? back gettin’ beat)
ever since i started rappin’ on beats, i been rappin’ ’bout sh-t that ain’t happen to me
nah, but, sike, i do not cap in my raps, though (yah)
bad lil’ twink boy spittin’ in my assh0l- (ew)
if he wanna fight, but i carry a mac, though
she suck me up like a mo’f-ckin’ black hole (yuh)

[outro]
okay, uh, i’m done rappin’
uh, because calder and his friend who kinda looks like him
uh, wants this back, or whatever
so, uh, yeah, let me rappin’ on this, guys
i always like to feel included
heh
yuh, ayy

- karmamob

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