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letra de fxck class, smoke gas❗️ - li'l goldie

[intro: lil goldie]
bl-bl-black sheep gang
no face no name
-car noises-
-groan-

[verse 1: lil goldie & xanadu]
b-tch, i’m gettin gassed like i’m wearin striped pajamas
i been stayin heated like i’m sleepin in a sauna (yea, yea)
b-tch, just suck this d-ck
i don’t care about yo trauma (yuh)
i don’t give a f-ck about yo daddy or yo mama (yea, yea, yea)
everybody talkin, but i’m deaf
so i ain’t hearin sh-t
i blew too many pipe bombs
so i cannot f-ckin hear a bit
i’m smearin it
my f-ckin sh-t, all up on yo honda b-tch
like, f-ck the rich, suck my d-ck
pay yo f-ckin taxes b-tch
middle fingers up screamin f-ck the f-ckin system
(yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
i won’t ever be a victim to the motherf-ckin symptom
(yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
get some motherf-ckin wisdom and you’ll keep yo f-ckin freedom
but you suck they f-ckin d-ck, so i guеss you never winnin
so keep yo mouth shut when you f-ckin sayin my namе
i’ll cut yo tounge out, i ain’t f-ckin playin these games
ain’t ever gettin fame, all you f-ckin p-ssies is lames
like, what’s yo f-ckin name?
boy you puttin yo blood to shame

(ay, ay, ay
pass that sh-t bro)
(yea- yea- yea- yea-)

[verse 2: xanadu]
f-ck this class
smoke this gas
hoe suck my d-ck while i make that cash
make that bag
shoot that gat
i k!lled that boy because he was a drag
pull out a blade, then i’m goin’ crazy
i am so high off of that lemon hazy
we might f-ck, it’s only a maybe
i don’t really give a f-ck if you hate me
in a trance he goes, guess i’ll see him in the afterlife
cocaine on my nose, i’m a white boy and i’m snorting that white
i don’t want you hoes, you don’t want me, lil b-tch, stop lyin’
leave me alone, it’s like everyday i’ve been getting so high
f-ck this b-tch
imma drop out this b-tch
imma sock out that b-tch if he talk sh-t
i get it, i get it
you wanna be me, but you will not admit it
i’ll split your brain, just give me a minute
a second to bless you hoes in the crowd
(you sound like a f-cking gremlin)
that’s the point, b-tch shut yo mouth
i don’t give a f-ck about no motherf-ckin hoe bag
talk ‘bout some lil wh0res and we got that lil b-tch so mad
you sayin’ i sound awful, but i got a show to yell at
and i don’t see you preformin’ those sh-tty ass trash raps, lil b-tch

[verse 3: scar]
f-ck lil’ b-tch up in my snapback, if you talk then run back, uh
all these p-ssies so mad, wait until i get my new bag, uh
just rolled up a zip zap, smoke it down and then i tap tap, uh
tap tap on lil’ shorty ass, lil b-tch i make it clap clap, uh
pu-pu-pull up with a blade, choppin b-tches like filet
if you run away then i’ll find out where you f-ckin stay
everyday, when i wake up b-tch i get my pay
smokin ’woods and smokin fools like it’s gta

[hook: scar]
f-ck class, smoke gas
everyday a duffel bag
smoke gas, f-ck class
start a riot on yo ass
f-ck class, smoke gas
slap you with my f-ckin mag
smoke gas, f-ck class
better run i’ll get yo ass
f-ck class, smoke gas
everyday a duffel bag
smoke gas, f-ck class
start a riot on yo ass
f-ck class, smoke gas
slap you with my f-ckin mag
smoke gas, f-ck class
better run i’ll get yo ass

[outro: scar]
yuh

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- lil goldie

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