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letra de fukumean? (sick & rough draft edition) - king jawaun

[hook]
b-tch i got too many of these lyrics to splurge
b-tch, you gon’ feel every word
f-ck what you b-tches done heard
i keep it on c-ck for you birds
we comin’ through like a heard
words blow through ya’ brain like a nerd
b-tches threw my name in the dirt but can’t handle the beef they stirred

[verse]
nah, listen, i come through, you b-tches gone, missin’
man, these n-ggas don’t listen
on a mission, when i’m finished
every b-tch gon’ be wishin’ they position was never my opposition
b-tch, f-ck you, but it’s never a proposition
i don’t never get the cake? i don’t never really bake?
well, i don’t f-ck with fakes who be f-cking with the snakes
i want the smoke with anybody
b-tch ain’t gon’ come see about me
i don’t need no n-ggas or b-tches to blow the heat ‘bout me
f-ck you mean? f-ck friends after what i done seen
silent when they see me, hoe, let’s get mean
leave a n-gga shakin’ like a f-ckin’ crack fiend
b-tches couldn’t see me even when ya’ light beaming
b-tches ain’t high even when you’re kiting
when i knock out a b-tch, tell ‘em, “have a nice dream”
b-tches say they want the smoke, tell ‘em blow the pipe mean
say the b-tch cooking, tell ‘em get to dicing
now i don’t play with no hoe, b-tch, straight on a hoe
now, i don’t f-ck with these hoes, now, i’m too gay for these hoes
but i’ll still knock a crooked t–th straight on these hoes
i’m fat ‘cause i still ate up these hoes (haha)
b-tches see me and then they gone, bye bye
lay one l!ck, then they vision turn to tie dye
body you in one verse, then i make you wanna die-die
high sigh, gotta make another b-tch fly sky high
aww, hoe ran out of chances
load up the heat, make ‘em get to dancin’
gettin’ back on my petty sh-t, your mind? i’m planted
b-tches still on wee-wee, hollerin’, “yes”, like a frenchman
still not one b-tch f-ckin’ with my raps, man
tryin’ to study me, b-tch wouldn’t get a glance
tried to sensei a n-gga, b-tch was holdin’ my hand
f-ckin’ with the king’s land, you gon’ feel my demand
[hook]
b-tch i got too many of these lyrics to splurge
b-tch, you gon’ feel every word
f-ck what you b-tches done heard
i keep it on c-ck for you birds
i never been a hater, absurd, too much of that snake sh-t i done observed
too much of that sh-t, i swerved
serve missiles, b-tch i’ll blow ya’ whole reserve

[outro]
we comin’ through like a heard, words blow through ya’ brain like a nerd (b-tch)
tell them dogs catch the b-lls i served
every word they heard, b-tch, gon’ strike a nerve

- king jawaun

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