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letra de up now - kid abortion

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[intro]
i want to be a capri-sun when i grow up

[chorus]
they said i was wack, so i went and got a bag and now a youngin up now
i’m still bad at math and i’m slamming my b-lls in her gr-ss like a touchdown
i’m a farmer for the bread i don’t f-ck with fatties ’cause you know i got enough cows
no, l’m not shy, if i’m quiet when i’m high, it’s ’cause i had too much loud

[verse 1]
i’m running up running up running bands
diamonds on disco watch how they dance
your girl so h-rny, she pulled down my pants
120 in the whip, i think i just crashed
hold up
hoes be hitting my line, saying i’m fine
rolex, the wrist, i’m checking the time
had s-x with your wives, i be doing crime; jaywalking
i don’t do g-y talking; sike, depends on the occasion
i took your girl on vacation, she ate my d-ck like a raisin
i drank water out of a jar; it was mason
she gave me head, good thing i was shaven
i come with the gas, i felt like a station

[chorus]
they said i was wack, so i went and got a bag and now a youngin up now
i’m still bad at math and i’m slamming my b-lls in her gr-ss like a touchdown
i’m a farmer for the bread and i don’t f-ck with fatties ’cause you know i got enough cows
no, l’m not shy, if i’m quiet when i’m high, it’s ’cause i had too much loud

[verse 2]
all of this loud i can’t hear myself think
i had to go, so i peed in a sink
all of this ice, my neck the whole rink
i thought it was red, checked again, it was pink
pulled down my pants, let it out, it’s a stink
i am not g-y, but look at me, i’ma wink
like copy and paste, bro, said he wanna link
i thought it was raccoon, but my coat made of mink
that sh-t is not normal, i’m shooting a portal
to a wh0r- through a door, my kombat is not mortal
sub zero, my ice; scorpion lyrics
skin like a ghost, but my phantom, my spirit
i p–ped on the game, it was bad, so i smeared it
i needed good lawyer, took my case and said “clear it”
sometimes when l’m h-rny i look at the mirror
if your voice is raspy, drink some water to clear it

[chorus]
they said i was wack, so i went and got a bag and now a youngin up now
i’m still bad at math and i’m slamming my b-lls in her gr-ss like a touchdown
i’m a farmer for the bread and i don’t f-ck with fatties ’cause you know i got enough cows
no, l’m not shy, if i’m quiet when i’m high, it’s ’cause i had too much loud

[outro]
d-mn!
-n-l cavity

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