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letra de noname - rg/ya

intro: half black hippyy

(verse 1: halfblackhippy)
now we just came for the gas don’t wanna hurt n0body
but if you pull up har-ssing and think i’m nerdy prolly
catch me in the cut of mother i’m like surgeon buddy
cutting it up and cussing up a storm like i’m cool wit riley
ironic you thinking that gangstalicious shot me
i bang on b-tches hotties
the thots and the soccer mommies
i hit up baek i call and osama got me
i’m copping up all my carts for twenty
don’t talk to me sloppily
this clock tickin awkwardly
-pause beat-
oh no ma’am
-start it again-
its just your jaw and it’s all broken
i scoff at the mall’s clothing
my shlong and my b-lls bloated
it’s clogged from your shawdy choking
hot string cheese
boy box me please
i’m so gone i can not be seen
but yall still gon copy me
there’s oops in the gr-ss they now in trees
scope him and turn his face to a crest now his mouth is clean

intro: ummm

(verse 2: kingphattender)
they call me yeezy cudi but ya girl she is gold digger
well austin i got powers like i’m mothaf-ckin gold finger
feel like tyler on my oldie sh-t
holdin up the holy spiff
holy sh-t
n smokin it
and yes i’ve benedict
and i ain’t talkin arnold
this is war, you want beef
hoe then imma mf cardinal
but i plead the fifth
ballin patrick peterson
i’m teed as sh-t
coolin w the bro’s and they like he the sh-t
no poo poo
y’all kaka
that’s p-ss poor
like goo goo
that gaga
my d-ck sore
from all 99 b-tches that want all up on my sh-t
i must admit i got a lisp don’t got a problem w the kid
n i’m playin w her tatas
unhooking all the bra bras
like bro, you need to do that sh-t a lil bit faster
so i call her mans cereal he sweet jus like a cheerio
for real and yo, the number in her phone it ain’t my serial

intro: ”ugh it’s xiv”

(verse 3: xiv)
p-ssy n-gga immaculate
stab him right in the back wit it
k!ll like blizzards of rap wit it
shot hit him like splat wit it
pack his body in a sack wit it
simply cannot be tracked wit it
could go a bit longer but i’m nah i’m not wack with it
i body on tracks b-tch please relax i’m stating the facts
you n-ggas is wack
i’m on the tracks with packs
if it’s halloween i’m slashing that
maga hat f-ggots is wack
but i digress but here is the attack
b-tches is on me straight p-ssing me off
you n-ggas downy cause you is soft
buck the f-ck up
we’re taking adderall
take a eighth to the face and i ain’t smacked at all
i need a pack withdrawal
takin acid all the other drugs in m-ssive
so notorious i’m mackin
feel like big poppa
i’ll big drop ya
and go cop a
nother coffin jus to put ya body in
you little f-ckin b-tch

intro: ”now presenting … the great & powerful l o $… i’m the king”

(verse 4: l.o.$ from 800)
im the king
best believe all my b-tches done been the fattest
half black so i’m in the cut
indica smoking g-ssing
tae o
that’s my bro
best believe that we swervin sn-tching
b-tches steady grabbing clout
but you know that i’m thanos snappin
got the gas
got the stones
best believe my name is known
not a clone
got the chrome
have you buggin
like you alone
in the zone
so they know
im not falling like i was rome
talking crazy
best believe that 40 gon f-cking blow
bow
wiggidy wiggidy wack clowns
they look at me like i’m the dad now
they slipping they trippin
they back now
im smackin up all of they fans now
im ripping and k!llin the track now
like zeus im lighting the raps now
im grippin these b-tches to crack now
like 50 you know i won’t back down
steady rollin wit my locs
im as high as you can see
she steady drippin like the mac
she stay giving me the cheese
i got way to much pressure
so it’s hard for me to breath
i done copped a thousand dubs
and muf-cka i was born a g

- rgya

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