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letra de dumbasses! - rivr persn

[verse 1: rivr persn]
dumbass b-tch
i might f-cking shoot yo kids
with a glock 22
then i point that sh-t at you
f-ck yo momma
i’m blowing like osama
i gotta big gun
like a motherf-cking farmer
you already know i’m dripped out in these ices
me and the whole gang blow up like this isis
do not p-ss me off i might cause a f-cking crisis
i’m rapping like i’m juice cuz i’m way too f-cking righteous
they all call me rivr persn but in fact i’m the goat
you don’t know nothing bout me, i am like a hoax
you talking like a b-tch and you talking like a rat
your whole personality sh-tty like it’s scat
go back to your room for another f-cking fap
i can’t f-cking pass the h-rny kids my ass too f-cking fat
they’ll all jump on me like group of f-cking cats
if you talking sh-t i will put you in a cast
if you lying on my name i will slap you to the past

[verse 2: lil mim$]
spitting on yo b-tch
cuz i do not give a sh-t about her
gripping on my gun
smoke my blunt till i’m f-cking higher
having fun making slung
you know you a dumbass b-tch on a f-cking wire
i’m sеlling all these children for wеll over a f-cking dollar
gimme all yo money, i like cash and good forest fires
why you dissin rivr for a word, you a f-cking clown
when i hear yo music all hear is a sh-tty sound
you needa quit and go die in the f-cking ground
you talking lota sh-t for dumbass and you looking down
probably cuz i’m better than you, stealing all the sh-t i found
dumbass
dumbass
spitting on yo b-tch
cuz i do not give a sh-t about her
gripping on my gun
smoke my blunt till i’m f-cking higher
having fun making slung
you know you a dumbass b-tch on a f-cking wire
i’m selling all these children
[verse 3: eatthen!]
ich habe riemen, ich werde nie wieder zurücklaufen
rauchen auf deinem rucksack mit waffen, ich werde nicht boxen
ich rauche dein homies-pack, sie drehen sich nicht zurück
bullets hit yo homies back watch him droppin that boy a buffoon
like
f-ck all yo homies im smokin they pack
when i hop on the track they all know where it’s at
see a mirror i fap feelin bad issa fact
shed a tear when i’m sad i be sat on my ass
vada she wah ni hongo hanashe
tengi okie te kaideh e-mas
nah-pou okie-deki san te
vada she wah onou who
teidou
who are you?
okay i’m bendin the beat like her backend
sendin a slap then i’m tappin a f-ggot
i’m actin brandish what’s in my bag?
that boy get dropped if he wantin the static
way that we actin we be dumbasses
i’m on my own sh-t, i beat the masses
not off the dome but i be writin facts
and i’m choppin a rapper i’m swingin a axe

[verse 4: hoka kid]
[?]
[verse 5: dhk perk]
thottie on my lap, b-tch
that hoe twistin’, do a backflip
on a [?] yeah, i go batsh-t
that yo’ thot? she lookin’ [?]
dressin’ dumb, you look like f-ggots
you got a [?] you f-ck a fat b-tch
on a block, never [?]
pull up, pistol, pack it
pop a [?] i’m in her gut
big ass b-tch, i smack her b-tt
talkin’ when i’m talkin’, b-tch?
breezy how i knock a b-tch
[?] thot gon’ suck the tip
deep girl, for my f-ckin’ sh-t
ugh, ayy, b-tch, i put my d-ck up in her mouth
and now she talkin’ with a lisp
(um, you already said that in a song)
(shut the f-ck up, b-tch)
[?] in my pocket, b-tch
i’m walking wit’ a [?]
(bro, you don’t gotta cap)
(bro, i said shut the f-ck up, b-tch)
ayy, b-tch
[?] in my pocket
b-tch, i’m smoking on that za’
ayy, little asian b-tch, i gonna get that booty tapped
i’ma bust up on her face, and then i take a f-cking nap
talkin’ that sh-t? pull up and do it
i got your b-tch in the back and we screwin’
lil’ b-tch gon’ thot, b-tch gon’ sl-t
that b-tch gon’ swallow up my nut
that b-tch a wh0re, i call her big b-tt
talkin’ sh-t? that’s a big [?]
fat b-tch need a big [?]
tired of p-ssy, it can’t d-ck ride
hop on this b-tch, i got my glock
i got four bullets, i aim at his top
i pop his head, it pop like gushers
a big ol’ thottie, i might f-ck her
thick b-tch, she gon’ ride
bust a [?] on her eye
certified gang member, i might slide
slip, slide, wait—
hop on these b-tches, she stroke on my d-ck
mouth in the tip
i don’t know what the f-ck—
[outro, rivr persn, mim$, eathhen, hoka kid, dhk perk]
yeah, this is literally the end of the f-ckin’ beat, i guess, yeah
yipee, bye guys
i love you, i—, mwah-mwah-mwah
[?]

- rivr persn

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