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letra de your mom is an aggretsuko hater!!! - louverture

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[chorus: caspy]
choke on my rage
choke on my rage
choke on my rage
choke on my rage {x2}

[verse 1: louverture]
they love sleeping on me, so i put them all in comas
b-tch i’m posted in your hood while sipping on that caffe mocha
p-p-pull up on your b-tch, now she all doe-eyed like tsunoda
and i got her p-ssy stretched, i swear you’d think we’re doing yoga

s-smoking on that chronic, got me looking like a sp-ce cadet
dudes be acting famous when they haven’t even made it yet
i’m the one they idol feel like manaka: one they respect
i can tell y’all puko: don’t take much to tear right through your set

got these rappers shook, try me and diss me? boy i wish you would
have these bullets soaring even farther than wishimi could
man i love this music, i’ma rap until the day i die
got these n-ggas mad, they stay typing at me… anai

i’m a visionary so they never understanding me
burned a lot of bridges but regained a lot of sanity
screw all of your high ass expectations, i been doing swell
f-ck you and your homies, i hope all you b-tches burn in h-ll
[chorus: caspy]
choke on my rage
choke on my rage
choke on my rage
choke on my rage {x2}

[verse 2: camogod]
i’ma throat f-ck a b-tch ’till she pass out
hoe, i’m tired of waiting, told that b-tch stick her ass out
i pulled up with bands, lil n-gga i’ma cashout
big paper on me, lil n-gga i’m a cash cow

don’t got three stripes, got checks, better check that
i ain’t shooting if you’re dead, there’s no need to tech that
finger flip on that p-ssy, lil n-gga this a tech deck
she give it up in 2o minutes, lil n-gga that’s a ff

i’m tired of you n-ggas, i should probably give it up now
they ain’t f-cking with me no more `cause they know i keep it tuck now
leave a n-gga body cold like my motherf-cking bussdown
all my roommates h-lla mad cause they hate it when i cuss out

i’ma burn you to h-ll, turn you to ash
i’ma pull out the clip, put your body in grass
2d superstar n-gga want to talk on my name
but he don’t even know that his b-tch getting passed
[verse 3: louverture & caspy]
f-ck a boss, i’m the ceo, n-gga end of story
beefing over games? i can’t relate, to me that sh-t is corny
tryna flex their clout on me, i swear these rappers f-cking bore me
best know i go apesh-t, f-ck with me and sh-t is getting gori

f-ck this stupid planet, i seen nothing but straight misery
tried to stay calm but these rappers keep on dissing me
b-tch you either with me or against me, ain’t no in between
big ass yoppa finna blow your ass to smithereens

fire in my chest, eyes lit up: n-gga code red
ya’ f-cked up, peep the rage kanji on my forehead
they kiss ass like komiya then switch up so i expose
yelling in my mic, i-i still feel like retsuko

d-gg-n’ several b-tches, in the p-ssy i go haida
call theses p-ssies calendars: their days are f-cking numbered
i’ll stalk a f-ckboy: got this switch blade on my side
i’ll make this sh-t so morbid, got him questioning his life

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