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letra de cajun - nob stevie

[intro:]
are you feelin it now mr. krabs are you feelin it?

[verse 1: bandingo ygne]
fuck that stupid b-tch she ain’t even know my name
she just call me daddy dingo and she fuck me for the fame
up with this k it’s finna be a bad day
your momma get bad news i hope that b-tch pray
gotta choppa
hit a pussy nigga get it cracking like a lobster
you is not a gangster, you is not a mobster
big bank rolls probably turn on your momma
i’m about to drop d-ck in your baby momma
uhhhh i feel like el chapo
mail his head off to his momma
heard that b-tch live in el paso
i send that b-tch overseas
send that b-tch overseas
bandingo plays overseas
and i got a b-tch in california
(mhmmm she gon suck d-ck to see me)

[verse 2: nob stevie]
uh huh everybody wanna copy swear they wanna be me
diamonds dripping like some water coming outta fiji
ballin like i’m in the league i just hit a 3 peat uh huh
yea yea
she suck on my d-ck like a go-gurt
i fuck her face till her throat hurt
fuck is a choker?
b-tch i’m a clown like the joker
i beat that pussy till i say it’s over aye
i bend his block like an acrobat
we in the zoo do not come in my habitat
beam in his eye make him blind like a cataract
don’t got the blick then i’m grabbing the battle axe
boy you just cappin
i know you that rattled and don’t wanna grapple or get up and scr-p it
you hide in the shadows but yell out “what’s cracking”
that tough shit you talking gon get you a casket aye

[verse 3: nob jkidd]
she suck on my d-ck at the getty
i bust a nut like confetti
i’m in her dreams she calling me freddy
but i feel like jason without the machete
cuz i got a glock
i got them birds by the flock
pockets filled up with them knots
and i do not box i got me a chop and i’m letting it off
fuck ya lil b-tch i got me a b-tch and she wanna ride with the gang
i stay with my clique we toting them blicks and i spin ya block in the rain
heard you talking shit you finna die baby
pull up wit bandingo we don’t fight baby

[verse 4: nob pluto]
i run up a check
ice on my wrist and my neck
ride in my whip it get reck
perkys on deck but you didn’t know it was fet
so all of my feens are depressed
i’m running shit
fuck on yo b-tch and she sucking d-ck
go for round 3 and it’s sudden death
nut in that b-tch then i gotta split yuh aye
hop in the beamer
she give me tail like a lemur
i fuck a thot and i leave her
b-tch i’m a dog like a golden retriever
nut in that b-tch and i fucking delete her
yea b-tch i go stupid like a dodo
stirring up her pussy and it’s sounding like some fro-yo
got a puerto rican and she loco
gotta use adobo
cooking up the chicken in the kitchen that’s a no go

[outro: nob pluto]
nah but forreal tho y’all gotta fucking spice ya chicken shit
salt and pepper ain’t it man y’all gotta use something else
i dont know cajun whatever go to the dollar store pick something up
d-mn

- nob stevie

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