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letra de ultimate remix - monkey d. styng

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[chorus]: monkey d. styng
i am the one
the day is done
yo’ b-tch was fun
i clapped her buns up in the sheets
under the sun
i blast your son
lil b-tch you dumb
chase after crumbs, you swallow skeet
by any means
my enemies got bad ev’s
her p-ssy wet, just like the sea
you n-ggas hate, i confiscate
all of the bape
don’t show up late
i know you fake

[verse 1]: monkey d. styng
wait eliminate while you b-tches hate
hey i f-cked yo’ b-tch, double penetrate
hey f-cked yo’ b-tch, almost caught a case
why? cause i nutted all up on her face
dang use to steal doritos out the place
had to get disciplined cause that’s not the ninja way
now a n-gga rappin’, getting cash everyday
i’m monkey d. styng, and i will have my way
ask me to do somethin’ that ain’t legitimate
back up, cause i won’t partic-p-te
no, i ain’t intimate
but if i ask for s-x, multiple b-tches partic-p-te
these b-tches nasty, they act like they cl-ssy
my s-m-n you know she gone swallow it
these n-ggas know i’m a star
try to steal my shine, but i ain’t going b-tch
b-tch i am ultimate
my flow be crushing sh-t
broke her walls, i’m a destructionist
i am an artisan, plus i am marvelous
not p-ssy no mo’, still shop and sh-t
got into hip-hop and sh-t
cause i be popping b-tch
i am the best, i ain’t arguing
b-tch, i’m ultimate
ultimate…
b-tch i’m

[chorus]: monkey d. styng
i am the one
the day is done
yo’ b-tch was fun
i clapped her buns up in the sheets
under the sun
i blast your son
lil b-tch you dumb
chase after crumbs, you swallow skeet
by any means
my enemies got bad ev’s
her p-ssy wet, just like the sea
you n-ggas hate, i confiscate
all of the bape
don’t show up late
i know you fake

[verse 2]: monkey d. styng
you n-ggas primitive
sending letters, but don’t know the internet
nuerosyphilis
put up parentesis
dysfunctionary, very scary
b-tch look like bl–dy mary
just might cuff a b-tch
never told a lie, yet my question is
what’s the point of throwing fits, holding grudges b-tch?
flip flop these n-ggas, that 9/11 sh-t was by the president
you feel me?
they phony, these n-ggas ain’t homies
claiming that you know me, i’ll beat you like stokeley
osama bin laden, dropping these bombs b-tch
flow it be shocking
lyrical mop head
b-tch i’m irregular
got new cellular, n0body similar
bars is so cold, that i’m droppin’ the temparature
don’t need messenger, come up and tell you some sh-t by myself
b-tch i’m a beast
i know some n-ggas who want f-ck with me
s- to the t- to the y- to ng
i am the best, don’t you all just agree?
what’s better than yo’ n-gga?
oh right, that’s me
i so magnificent, shout out to curry
yo, these b-tches thirsty
but they all too dirty
coochie kinda furry
ending of the story

[chorus]: monkey d. styng
i am the one
the day is done
yo’ b-tch was fun
i clapped her buns up in the sheets
under the sun
i blast your son
lil b-tch you dumb
chase after crumbs, you swallow skeet
by any means
my enemies got bad ev’s
her p-ssy wet, just like the sea
you n-ggas hate, i confiscate
all of the bape
don’t show up late
i know you fake

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