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letra de john callahan! - lizard boii

[verse 1: lizard boii]
red dot on yo forehead
my bullets go through you like sniper
uh
yeah
yo b-tch is a snake, she gon rat on your block like a viper
uh
yeah
yo b-tch acting qwerty, when i come around
she a typer
uh
yeah
she suck on my d-ck, but i kick that b-tch out
she a biter
uh

[hook: lizard boii]
yuh
she got no master plan
yuh
like travis, got cactus bands
yuh
she f-cking, you’re practice man
yuh
yo b-tch got that bomb in her pants
she gon throw that sh-t on me like
taliban
yuh
f-ck ms. kentucky, cause i’m feeling lucky
i feel like john callahan
yuh
[verse 2: awfwhyte]
okay
john callahan bands, i got money
ay
feel like i’m ice i put holes in your tummy
you n-ggas can never be me
boy you’re funny
won’t stop kicking you til you’re lifеless and bl–dy
intergalactic
what’s half this
i’m outta this
why do you n-ggas need practice
got green likе the cactus, ain’t talking bout jack
b-tch i be balling, not talking bout shaq
b-tch i am best
that is facts
don’t run up on me cause
i packed what you lacking
my money is stacked for you
bl–dy and black and blue
i pull the mac and shoot
some bullets after you
yuh
my b-tch is bad just like daphene from scooby doo
you n-ggas suspect, remind me of fruity loops
spin on my d-ck like a muh-f-ckin’ hoola-hoop
pull out that choppa, that b-tch sound like
doo doo doo
[hook: lizard boii]
yuh
she got no master plan
yuh
like travis, got cactus bands
yuh
she f-cking, you’re practice man
yuh
yo b-tch got that bomb in her pants
she gon throw that sh-t on me like
taliban
yuh
f-ck ms. kentucky, cause i’m feeling lucky
i feel like john callahan
yuh

[verse 3: lucyoxxo]
she throwing that back
yuh that b-tch gon get clapped
man that booty go up and then down
yuh
shout out to liz
and we making a bop
and we sang on that b-tch
and we l-bop
yuh
i skrrt in the whip, then i go
i’m moving so fast and you moving so slow
rave in that b-tch, and you know it’s a show
blast on that n-gga like han solo
yuh
yuh
[verse 4: lizard boii]
shoot his block up, han solo
b-tches wanna f-ck, hit em like polo
7-up mixed with the hennessy
she ain’t really friends with me
b-tch my plans dolo
too much money, counting bands
all the paper really cutting up all my hands
oh no
she got the d-ck for herself, she don’t need no help
triple speed go like robo
rae strummard, a mannequin
you gon get popped like a xan again
we f-cking with demons
we pull up, we screaming
i’m higher than anakin
we scooping up b-tches in our private jet, we call that sh-t the “pal-i-can”
i’m feeling so tipsy, i can’t feel my face, the streets call me
john callahan
yuh

- lizard boii

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