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letra de dummy! - pinhead

[intro: pinhead]
yo, i just woke up so my vocal’s gonna sound sh-t
but, i can record anyway
ayy, nle choppa type beat, ayy
your ass lookin’ like a pinhead
ayy, ayy

[chorus: pinhead]
b-tch, your ass be lookin’ like a pinhead
[?]
monsters are near and i can’t go to bed
lil’ p-ssy, you should stay in your shed
i be rappin’ and word spread
your head lookin’ like a triangle
you likin’ logan paul? well you gonna be that asian dude and dangle
i don’t get how people find your angle
i’m like a snake, you gonna get strangled
pull up with my choppa, i can’t aim so i aim at your feet
i’m gonna play [?], and i’m gonna sh-t
b-tch you a farmer, go back to hiding in wheat, bail
i’m so f-cking pale, your ho be fat, looking like a whale
she so fat she walking like a snail
she measurе her weight and break thе scale
[refrain: $emmy!]
i’ve been just been making this bread, huh
b-tches they on me, they givin’ me head
b-tch i leave all of these opps and they dead, b-tch, mm
i got my glizzy, uh, aim it at your head, i’m busy
aim all this glock at your neck and your head
on my d-ck is where she gonna get busy, b-tch, yeah

[verse 1: $emmy!]
break the back, i got a b-tch elastic
i be movin’ spastic, got a b-tch on my d-ck
i run it back, i got a b-tch, got d-ck
i’ma want the bag, got, uh, okay
uh-huh, smokin’ the bacco, b-tch, uh
smoking the wacky tobacky, uh
i run it back and i walk out, mm
b-tch you gon’ go get a smacky, mm
i keep my glock on my hip, mm
i might go f-ck on that b-tch, uh
i put my d-ck in the tits, uh
i might just nut on the lip, mm
b-tch on my d-ck and i f-ck it, uh
b-tch, i run back and i luck it, mm
wait, $emmy! be breaking her back
and i run it back, baby got buckets, uh
wait, buckets of sauce and the glock on my hip
and i’m whippin’ it, mm, huh
b-tch on my d-ck and i run it back
baby gon’ suck on my d-cky tip, mm, okay
f-ck up on your b-tch and her bussy with a bit when i hit that, uh
[refrain: $emmy!]
i’ve been just been making this bread, huh
b-tches they on me, they givin’ me head
b-tch i leave all of these opps and they dead, b-tch, mm
i got my glizzy, uh, aim it at your head, i’m busy
aim all this glock at your neck and your head
on my d-ck is where she gonna get busy, b-tch, yeah

[verse 2: micro$]
i put my d-ck in a freezer
i got water on my feet like jesus
i get called short but i’m almost two metres
yeah, i’m already dead like jesus
f-ckin’ a kid but it’s not rape
f-cked your sh-t, they got it on tape
now i’m in prison, i gotta escape
there’s no logic but who can relate
i’ll never meet a woman, so call me g-y
[?] is the best, i’ma take that to the grave

- pinhead

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