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letra de what you claim - nobodies

[intro]

[verse 1: mtfr]
i’m that n-gga puttin’ fear in the devil’s heart
every time i start my day i’m prepped for rippin’ h-ll apart
your plans done fell apart
you wasn’t ready for me
i’m barry gordy and michael jackson’s zombie all in one
so hide your kids, hide your wife and hide p-ssy rapper son
i’m the most dapper one
i iron all my t-shirts
dive in feet first
in that p-ssy i ain’t eatin’ sh-t
parts of my neckline to use my body as my d-ck
so i don’t stroke i just wiggle ’round a little bit
whole body in her so i’m guaranteed to hit the cl-t
i either hit it raw or wrap myself in some saran wrap
and now you normal people wonderin’ if he can rap

[verse 2: crxcxdile]
in front of my home
i stand like lordgenome
see i got only one as far as she know
chillin’ at the crib sippin’ pinot
fulfillin’ a dream
you can be a beastman i’m the f-ckin’ spiral king
call walkin’ dead murder anybody b-tch
in that poison ivy league till yo body itch
you got hollow tips
no espada nada cero in yo life
and yo b-tch callin’ me green so luigi when i pipe
here we go p-p-pick a flow
tell me what i know
house of gold
i got money till i think it’s time to blow
do a show
and yo b-tch in vip with half her clothes
once again i got money so just tell me what i know (b-tch)

[verse 3: mtfr]
i’ll charles manson yo -ss
with that sharon tate star att-tude
where’s yo grat-tude
i let you live this long
and i’ve given song permission when i’m done with that sh-t
you must give me all your moms if you want another hit (p-ssy)

[verse 4: crxcxdile]
baby in the world got my hand underneath it like a cradle
i’m choice like fable
same ole’
painting on the walls with spilled blood of satan’s fallen angels
my cane make her able with no label

[hook: mtfr]
castrate these n-ggas (4x’s)
what you claim? what you claim b-tch n-gga?(3x’s)
what you claim? what you claim b-tch

[verse 5: crxcxdile]
disrespectful
get ya neck pulled
g.h.s somethin’ special
i’m in the vessel on the way there
pickin’ up my b-tch yoko ono not the beatles though
throwin’ out exodia that weevil flow

[verse 6: mtfr]
can you imagine me spazzin’ it seems that jah has ignited me
inspite of the
i am still fighting the demons inside of me
combined with the
thoughts of murder that i plot so untimingly
these n-ggas don’t understand it it’s your death that inspires me

[hook]

- nobodies

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