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letra de dsomh cypher - pouya

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[?]
uh
yeah, yeah
(?)
yeah, uh
yo, stompin’ through ya coffin
breakin’ through the mode
maggot’s guts bust out, stick to ya bone
rob me of my very soul, take me down ya hole
ima f-ck ya wife, my favourite hoe

[pouya]
b-tches is ratchet, her p-ssy be flappin’ and clappin’
i’m thinkin’ bout’ tappin’ if she quit the yappin’, i’m laughin’
this song is a joke, i’m doin it cuz i don’t wanna be broke
i’m f-ckin that hoe, put my d-ck up in her
throat

[?]
coat, coat, coat made out of mink
i get a plunger when i f-ck her on the kitchen sink
d-mn, d-mn
imma come in and i gotta hide in (?)
and i’m (?) as f-ck, as soon as she leaves

[?]
yeah, you know i really don’t give a f-ck
slidin through the p-ssy like a hockey puck
veteran, f-ck a rookie
get dropped, imma d-ck and k!llin p-ssy

[?]
curb stomp you with the vans, b-tch i’m goin off the wall
f-ck high cl-ss fashion, i ain’t shoppin at the mall
i got a can full of xanax, got me dancin at the ball
homicide when i’m spittin
murder team, we k!ll em all like

[?]
i’m dead joe with a dead crow
[?]
sacrifice ya name in black metal
bad b-tches, sacrificed to dark devils

[pouya]
devil, 666
told that b-tch to come and suck up on my devil d-ck
yeah
i’m k!llin it, slidin like a hockey puck
that’s when my dogs said we don’t give a
f-ck

[?]
surrounded by humidity and mosquitoes
woke up with orange b-lls, but it was just the hot cheetos
b-tches see me as the bandito, and i do what i want cuz you know me hoe

[?]
yo b-tch is my f-ckin cheerleader
got her wetter than some f-ckin aquafina
(?), till the motherf-ckin (?)
won’t stop till the motherf-ckin’ beat ends

[?]
i’m smokin with michael phelps
gimme a gold medal
b-tch pop her head up and down, like she bumpin heavy metal
popped a few beans, got me dancin with the devil
go to h-ll, poppin pills, don’t let the devil scare ya
come through like jesus and we will f-ckin nail ya

[?]
go to h-ll, go to h-ll
in up, in up orion’s belt
with a bomb–ss b-tch and i popped (?)
smokin magical ham, cuz you don’t give a d-mn

[pouya]
d-mn, d-mn
(don’t give a d-mn)
d-mn
i got you stuck like i just built a dam
call me a beaver
i come through with that meat cleaver
and i chop ya f-ckin d-ck off, mail it to ya momma
got that f-ckin green, that cash, like a iguana uh

- pouya

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