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letra de that's the tea sis - london yellow

[intro: london yellow]
and f-ck all the n-ggas who think they’re fans
f-ck everyone who think they’re a top-notch gold number critic
suck my nuts specifically
uhh
f-ck worldstar, they fell off
and f-ck you too

[verse 1: london yellow]
the next chocolate dyk- try to tell me what i should do
imma show up to your house, whip you like jiggaboos
stfu
i’m not takin’ advice from some people who cannot cook their own food (shut the f-ck up)
suck a n-gga d-ck real quick
suck my b-lls real quick (yeah)
everything i ever made, took that sh-t serious, period
everything you made, even if you try, i ain’t hearin’ it
the sh-t’s not catchin’ on
i’m a f-ckin’ mastermind, why you think i’m on?
tricked the mindless boomers, sucked them dry like a tampon
y’all be playing mad on, can’t direct me
pointin’ in the wrong direction, what you idiots on? (idiot)
stupid-ass b-tch, i was never that predictable
doesn’t bother me what you say, it’s just the principle
i gotta set the records straight, set a new pinnacle
(ah) you have life, according to the program, bro ham
sittin’ on a couch like, lyin’ or workin’
you look more confused than a middle aged man watchin’ loli p-rn, jerkin’
i made a little fortune from twerkin’
makin’ fun of cr-ppers
went to california, got a little bit blacker
b-tch, i’m a n-gga
did it all without promising a titty picture, i guess i’m a winner
it’s the weird small, peanut b-tter cooned out jiggaboo
short sorts go supply hoodie in a foul mood
shouting lewd language to the prude dudes and lady figures
pull up to the triple k meeting with some racist n-ggers
think you get the picture
i don’t give a f-ck, i’m a edge lord dookie brain
take every single thing i say in vain
then gargle my seed till i go away if this sh-t cliche
[verse 2: k1llwh1tey]
(yuh) motherf-ckers always wanna yack, yack that bullsh-t
i don’t wanna be a stereotype and load a full clip
people call me h0m-phobic when i take it, suck d-ck
shut the f-ck up, b-tch, one day gain enough, b-tch
makin’ movies of snuff, hoe (yeah)
power up in the kisser, hit you right up in your suckhole
afterwards, probably should say sorry and cuddle
(yuh) hol’ up, ay, (yuh) hol’ up, ay, (yuh) hol’ up (yuh)
you wanna tuck you up inside of the tempur-pedic
wait, so you pass out, so i can proceed, b-tch
hold the pillow over your head, just to contain the bleeding
then i jab and stab until i know for a fact that you’re not breathing
the feeling of empathy is ever so fleeting
i’m the son of the devil, i don’t have no feelings, ay
6/6/96 was the day that i was born
devil on these shoulders, so with decisions i am never torn
homicidal movements, just like i am jason bourne
i couldn’t give a f-ck to waste time if you sackin’ the scores

[outro: k1llwh1tey]
b-tch
whitey (ha)
f-ck out this b-tch
suck my nuts
f-ggot (ahahaha)
ay

- london yellow

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