a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de face canvas - pistoria

(ナース・マザー tag)

pistoria:
kick the bumper off yo rarri
f-ckin up wit a futanari shawty
i walk in boy grippin on my shotty
leaving these p-ssy b-tches sorry

(chorus)
face break
yo days break
leave you f-ckin square faced
turnin your bones into a paste
im runnin to your estate

i break yo spleen
my choppa mean
her p-ssy clean
i make you lean
my beam is green
these bois do not associate with me

(chorus)

i’m loaded up i reload the clips
just wit a quick touch
you must want my d-ck
you never shut up
these b-tches talk sh-t
but never know what’s up
ferment my dagger all up in yo guts
talkin on the cat but you just run
stainin the rug like it was some cum
i got claws do not need a gun
these b-tches they keep on dat talkin n talkin
i come to yo city i’m knocking and sockin
i’m k!llin dis boy and i’m breaking his noggin
f-ckin her so hard and she ain’t gone walk-in

(chorus)

i’m on yo lawn
i’m f-ckin yo mom
my d-ck game strong
deez b-tches never know what the f-ck i’m on
cat hair tie yo b-tch she want

throw another sh-ll at yo face
i’m k!llin you off with the haste
my d-ck got free samples to taste
yo momma would try any day

get the f-ck out my way b-tch
you can suck my c-ck like any day b-tch
the season for this cat is a matin
i’ll leave yo legs to f-ckin shaking

cat demon, yo b-tch drownin in my s-m-n
i pull up and dey be fleein
for the crack yo b-tch see feindin
i pull up and yo momma she drippin all up on my fingers
whip a k and you test me i’ll be bringin all my beamers
(chorus)

[slow down]

ナース・マザー:
yall should stop rappin’
tell me where the passion
i know it’s a for effort
(i guess f means passin’)
pull the strap out my hat [draw] like magic
im watchin on the time
(but to yall’, they all pateks)
show my flow, go go like gadget
lexi on my wrist too froze like pageants
pistol in the bones, opened up like a package
yeah my beats so rare that i sell em by the packet
blow up on my own like i got sold acme
hole in his face (now he got no acne)
you’d crumple up & fold if you got what’s thrown at me
and my soul so cold, i don’t even know happy
dodgin’ the bullets, then hop in the car wit my heater, then popin’ it off like a meter
i can not meetcha cuz talk is a loss for a speaker who’s toppin em off
as a leader
off when i see ya, coughin’ when i see ya, and talkin’ alot when i’m gone
all for the lord, he want you off of the song, i’m pourin’ gas on ya lawn
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

- pistoria

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS