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letra de gods givers - kurby

[verse 1: lil wolfie]
you know it’s little wolfie on the mothaf-ckin track
feelin my d-ck get hard, man i gotta fap
when i feel a beat slappin’, you know i gotta rap
i love black anime girls and i love anime traps
i look down and i see green, oops, i guess i sh-t
i feel like i’m a god, up with wario and patb-tch
no one can get on my level, big d-ck, harder rhymes
do some weed with p-n-s parker now i’m feelin so high
lots of smoke, open my eyes, wheezing, i can’t see
then when it finally clears up i see v-g-n-s spraying pee
don’t know what todo, feelin’ blue, same color as my goo
my -ssh0l- rumbles, golden showers and very large poos
rub my d-ck and c-m in a frying pan, it feels so good
but nah man, i’d rather have all the delicious fud
i feel like god’s gift, his present, maybe even a giver
but it’s too much to think about, i gotta leave to the sh-tter

[verse 2: kurby]
now what?
we’re gods, n0body doubt us
everybody else, i have outdone
put it on the shelf, i’m about done
nah just gettin’ started
all the other rappers in the game are r-t-rded
no one has charted, but that doesn’t mean
much to us, we don’t gotta make green, but we
gotta make tracks
even if we’re doing this all for no racks
we’ve come so far we won’t go back
that’s facts, i’m ready to attack the mic
b-tch with the jew nose what happened haike
this track an eruption call me ike
wonder like, where would we be without you guys
this a combo with the burger and the large fries
no you can’t forget the shamrock shake and
everybody in the room is scared and shakin’
when we enter in the room its quakin’
bump our soundcloud then we rap bout’ age mistakens
thought that she was eighteen i was takin’
this, to the next level everybody
wonder why i f-cked an underage b-tch
please dont tell obama, dont f-ckin’ snitch
name’s papa john, it’s pizza time
meet the time, and meat this dime in her p-ssy
i mean, unless that b-tch bushy
i ain’t f-ckin’ with no dogs with hair right under there
your underwear, will be violated every time im painting
you with my hot goo, times almost up
got new shoes, got the blues, buckle up
i’m new, get a clue, pull your panties up

[verse 3: lil bus]
just 5 songs but they’re all bops everything you make it f-cking flops
like a flip flop in the back of your head you say you wanna make these raps but i know that you’re dead
im a god i ressurect and then i k!ll, look at me cuz im the real deal
if you want a piece of this you’ll have to beg until i feel like giving up
hey i just ordered pizza hut, large pepperoni with some ketchup? gross
if you think that you’re sl!ck you can suck my toes
rapbus on this sh-t and im going really hard
shooting all my grease so dont drop your guard
and i f-ck a n-gga b-tch and i take a n-gga flip flop
hit em in the head with a mothaf-ckin drip drop
you dont like what you see then you can go and drink my pee
little f-ckin bus but i got a big c-ck
i only speak the truth because im a f-ckin god
and that sh-t is so fire and i spit on this verse
and then i go into a he-rs- and then i go into rehearsal
and then i spit all my bars all on this stage
heh

- kurby

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