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letra de bytchk - pariahsogodly

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bytchk!
bytchk, bytchk!

don’t get me started, i’m the most important at the party
f-ckin’ on your shorty, yeah she foreign, let her swerve the stollie
all my hoes imported, tell her suck it slowly then its “end of story”
period
comma, semicolon
all these, bytches
drama got me rolling

arthur morgan, how i pull up on an opp
got a 30 on it but i rarely need to pop
i remember 6th grade, i had to stuff it in my socks
shoutout cash carti, but i still can’t milly rock
on my block, f-ck cops, real hot-boy
green beam, big glock, not hi-point
drive fast, hit the gas
where am i going?
hit a lash, do the dash, sayin’ “bye boy”

aye

the land dirty so we adapt to our surroundings
dress your moms in all black, leave her dumbfounded
the sh-t i say, i mean it, there ain’t ever been no clownin’
so when i see who touched my boy, i swear to god i’m finna down him

city full of rain, all the occupants are drownin’
used to it, like my head is used to pounding
these suckas give me migraines, never were they ‘bout it
i just beat that boys ass, now he on his porch poutin’

all y’all sound the same, i can do this sh-t, no effort
gave your boy a pack, then he fumbled like a heffer
i be with the mexicans, cookin’ dope with hector
took a b-tch to planned parenthood, then i left her
real rotten scoundrel, what the f-ck did you expect, bruh?
$k-mbag gang and the east is my sector
plottin’ all these heists like my first name was lester
money is my hobby so they call me “bill collector”

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