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letra de sausage*** - rjldiablo

[chorus]
i’m feeling it up in the air, my b-tch a witch and she blair
f-ckin’ your wife and she bare, you say that i shoot you, ain’t there
all of my bullets in opps, you don’t know sh-t like my pops
b-tches look hot in their tops, shot 64 like the top of the pops
i ain’t never had no options, talkin’ sh-t and we pop him
whippin’ ’round in gotham, pull up to the london brothels

[post-chorus 1]
she f-cking with me and i can’t take no sh-t
acting up on your b-tch like brad pitt
she f-cking with me and i can’t take no sh-t
acting up on your b-tch like brad pitt

[verse 1]
this ain’t like my last sh-t
i saw your gun, now, b-tch, pass it
i took a l on my maths test
we was learnin’ ’bout the masses
my people gon’ shoot and we trappin’
james charles sees a 9-year old, goes to his house and claps him
i caught b-tches fappin’, i been hеre rappin’
stop saying you k!ll, b-tch, you cappin’
but if he want the beef, ovеrlap him
collars on collars, i feel like a dog
feeling so vicious, b-tch, i am on top
all of my bullets in opps
brain is so numb like your pops
these b-tches be fire in their tops
trap 64 like i’m on the top of the pops
they know who i be, i’m the cream of the crop
all of my sh-t be on all of your bops
f-ck all of these trends: stop doing the wap
all of my money be lookin’ like guap
spreadin’ this b-tch out like guac’
[chorus]
i’m feeling it up in the air, my b-tch a witch and she blair
(she wanna take off the crocs)
f-ckin’ your wife and she bare, you say that i shoot you, ain’t there
(60 years old; throwin’ rocks)
all of my bullets in opps, you don’t know sh-t like my pops
(c-ck a dude who’s rude like a c-ck)
b-tches look hot in their tops, shot 64 like the top of the pops
(time for the second verse, i better stop)
i ain’t never had no options, talkin’ sh-t and we pop him
(speed up the sh-t…)
whippin’ ’round in gotham, pull up to the london brothels
(and the sh-t ’boutta drop)

[post-chorus 2]
you wanna f-ck with the cool
my b-tch said i’m rusty like a tool
you wanna f-ck with the cool
my b-tch said i’m rusty like a tool

[verse 2]
every motherf-cker is a fool
time to show ’em all the rules
slap a motherf-cker ’cause i’m cruel
measure the d-ck wit’ a ruler
…

- rjldiablo

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