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letra de fist fight! - killdavyn

[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah huh
i got my d-ck in yo b-tch like uh
i got- uh yeah huh
i got my d-ck in yo b-tch like uh
i got yo- uh yeah ha
okay, yeah uh yeah huh yeah uh

[hook]
i got my d-ck in yo b-tch like uh
pull out the chop i don’t fist fight uh
hit from the back give the d-ck like uh
he talkin’ sh-t but not running up
i got the glock it’s gon’ f-ck him up
pull out the chop it’s gon’ f-ck him up
pull out the c-ck she gon’ f-ck it up
diamonds they rock ain’t got no dust
[verse]
i’m in the trap we don’t give a f-ck
n-gga talk down then we running him up
i got the tommy we gunnin’ him up
n-gga talk sh-t then we gunnin’ him down
white on her face now she look like a clown
my b-tch a shooter got guns in her gown
my diamonds too wet, i think i might drown
f-ck spinnin’ the block we spin yo whole town
wе spin the city, we gettin’ litty
f-ck on yo b-tch imma grab on hеr titty
walk with the glock imma walk with the bl!cky
she wanna suck on me suck on my d-cky
i got the owens yeah i got the rickys
she wanna suck on my d-ck yeah my richard
whippin’ that b-tch til’ my muf-ckin’ wrist hurt
blow on my d-ck like you muf-ckin’ squidward
walk with a clarinet
imma f-ck on that b-tch off the internet
she don’t think with her head got no intellect
that b-tch a baddie you know that i’m into that
send me that addy so b-tch imma slide
she go down my d-ck like a muf-ckin’ slide
she give me that neck like a muf-ckin’ tie
i’m up in this b-tch like a muf-ckin’ god
uppin’ the choppa, uppin the fye
i’m f-ckin’ yo momma cuz that p-ssy fye
just like lil durk, these n-ggas won’t even slide
she finna get on my d-ck like a slide
she finna bounce on my d-ck like a pogo
not in the cartel but we leave you rojo
i do not want her if that b-tch not loco
n-gga run up he get hit with a .445
i’m finna take yo life
b-tch wanna suck on my d-ck then be my wife
no b-tch i’m way too nice
i might pull up on that bih with a muf-ckin’ knife
21, 21, i got a gun
yeah i put d-ck in that b-tch i’m the one
but that lil kid is not my f-ckin’ son
i hit that bih with a muf-ckin’ uh
[hook]
i got my d-ck in yo b-tch like uh
pull out the chop i don’t fist fight uh
hit from the back give the d-ck like uh
he talkin’ sh-t but not running up
i got the glock it’s gon’ f-ck him up
pull out the chop it’s gon’ f-ck him up
pull out the c-ck she gon’ f-ck it up
diamonds they rock ain’t got no dust
i got my d-ck in yo b-tch like uh
pull out the chop i don’t fist fight uh
hit from the back give the d-ck like uh
he talkin’ sh-t but not running up
i got the glock it’s gon’ f-ck him up
pull out the chop it’s gon’ f-ck him up
pull out the c-ck she gon’ f-ck it up
diamonds they rock ain’t got no dust

- killdavyn

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