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letra de damn - pinkblxxd

[intro]
you got a problem with that, n-gga?!
d-mn, d-mn, d-mn, yuh
ni-n-gga?!
d-mn–
you got a problem with that, n-gga?!
d-mn, d-mn, d-mn, yuh, ay-ay

[verse 1]
top 3 b-tches in my f-cking phone
why-why everybody tryna get me? b-tch, leave me alone (yuh)
b-tch, i’m bipolar than a b-tch you can tell by my tone
stack the bl!ck like legos, i make bands not the pesos
n-gga, f-ck a halo, b-tch, i’m a fee and i take blow
n-gga, f-ck a halo, b-tch, i’m a fee and i take–
n-gga-n-gga, f-ck a halo, b-tch, i’m a fee and i take blow
taking all the morphine, n-gga, where the f-ck my vape go?
pourin’ up that purple drank, i pour up with some faygo
taking all the morphine, n-gga, where the f-ck my vape go?
pourin’ up that purple drank, i pour up with some faygo

[verse 2]
d-mn, d-mn, d-mn, yuh
all i say is “d-mn” cuz all these b-tches are some hoes
if i f-cking have a daughter, she better not be a whole negro
i don’t want a thot daughter, i don’t want to see her toes
a n-gga will see, we’ll never know
b-tch, this my life to live i chose
i go all black like i’m a crow
b-tch chooses, i’ll f-ckin’ froze
take off yo’ sh-t, my d-ck arose
n-gga, you a b-tch, yo’ p-ssy shows
b-tch, on my life i make the most
b-tch on the niche, showin’ elbows
n-gga a pedo, he exposed
better run like cheetah
met me at my lowest, n-gga, i am peter
remember playing the ps vita
i love my fans shoutout [?] and [?]
i’m doing evil sh-t, i’m beheading n-ggas in costa rica (yah)
steppin’ on that f-ck-n-gga’s head, treat that sh-t just like it’s fifa
n-gga, i always win
got a bag of these xan’s
n-gga, she throwin’ with no hands
n-gga, i rock in truey pants
the n-gga f-cked, that sh-t don’t dance
f-ck that sh-t, don’t need no cam
if life fnaf, i got the cam
b-tch, i smoke green eggs and ham
[verse 3]
yuh, ay, ay, ay (five night’s at freddy’s)
ate bro’ money (b-tch)
f-ck that sh-t, i get the money, b-tch
they called us swisher [?], they called us “little muddy kids” (yuh)
we ridin’ bikes, my n-gga, called us “little toughy kids” (yuh)
there was a fat ass n-gga, he a little tubby kid
why hit my mom?, we seen the back and she was suckin’ d-ck
he was so p-ssed off, n-gga, he couldn’t take the f-cking kids
he caught that n-gga lacking, now that n-gga a f-ckin’ snitch

[outro]
yuh
i could never f-ckin’ snitch, thank you for not snitchin’
i-i could– i could never f-ckin’ snitch, thank you for not snitchin’
i-i could– i could never f-ckin’ snitch, thank you for not snitchin’
i-i could– i could never f-ckin’ snitch, thank you for not snitchin’

- pinkblxxd

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