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letra de she fart on my (freestyle) - runaway slave

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[verse 1: baljeet from tech support]

they saying baljeet where you been at? i’m just coolin at ease
f-ckin on a stinky thottie yuh she smelling like cheese

i was dead-ss boutta nut when she fart on my d-ck
round 2 ain’t happening girl u just ain’t slick

i was f-kcin f-kcin f-kcin when she told me that she farted
taking in the all smell man this sh-t got me r-t-rded

pick up ur clothes girl, yeah, you ain’t no candy
two minutes later, yeah, i skrt off in my camry

i’m the man, packin 2 inches, doin all the dishes
in the riches, driving drunk, yeah, crashing into ditches

eat chipotle, no i do not play, suck her toes gourmet
call my d-ck little cutter, self respect in the gutter

k!ll myself, that b-tch ears big like an elf, she need help
shave off two pounds drink that shake, yeah, with the kelp

i’m not yellow, play the cello, post up with carmelo
anthony, but i ain’t get knicked, and my fits, yeah they fresh

got the fakes, yuh, made in bangladesh, like the check
use child labor, look at g*nius annotator, copped the plaque

back to back, i got no ball sack, naijablack
gon take this sh-t and nut on my back

[verse 2: naijablack]

it’s naijablack 419 i’m the yung booty prophet
and yo b-tch want my sh-t cuz i’m hot like a pocket
my d-ck came hard on your mom like a rocket
but you can call me on the low i’m the plug like a socket

lemonade lemonade b-tches be on me they call me the young booty renegade
defilade defilade, break through your sh-t yo boy don’t do no barricades
detonate detonate, blow yo sh-t up hide yo b-tch cuz you know that i’ll penetrate
elevate everyday, moving through thotties i’m sorry don’t call me just get it straight

im naijablack i stack the racks count it fast like a teller
you n-gg-s are sorry you hang wit your mommies running round fake as dope sellers
finesse yo b-tch easy but you couldn’t see me so sleazy i call you h. keller
hit once, back out, but she keeps calling, bruh can you tell her?

i just whip out my saber, fresh suit and it’s tailored
fresh cut yea i’m tapered, never donate my paper
naijablack is the greatest, on his way to the a-list
your mom said i was the g-yest, but i’m still on her playlist

everybody wanna go, i pray to god every sunday, then ill fight you n-gg-s on a monday
literally lyrically doomsday tuesday i don’t give a f-ck what you say
ok? imma get with yo bish. getting the girls that you all reminisce
like gouda you cheesy i see you you see me with riri in fiji boy why you so p-ssed

yea uh she like me, even tho my d-ck tiny
blastin’ matty b drinking black tea rubbin on her right knee
b-tch come fight me, all my n-gg-s piping
i’m out this b-tch ya mom here come get it yung spicy

[verse 3: yung spicy]

your b-tch is in my van, yea we ridin’ supreme
got your momma in the back and she covered in cream

i swing it around like a baretta it’s better your track is pathetic and you have no ethic i put it on skates, b-tches be slippin em just like kyrie and my fits are aesthetic

better than better than better than ever your peepee is wack and it looks like a parrot, repeat after me cuz birds in the trap, your mommas a trap, no wonder you’re wack

rain drop, drop top, jokes on you, your mom’s a thot
f-ckity fufu look at nut while she sitting on top while wearing a crop top

deadbeat, get my bed meat, i’m a christian, but i like feet
tell your girl, i go skeet skeet, i’ll be right there, get my nut beat

aye! yah! huh! what! x2

goofy -ss banana stupid p–p it on my lap
shutup stinky binky lookin’ like a geographical map
sh-t on my d-ck, what the h-ll? i’m takin’ a nap
peace, love and positivity, chill i’m just tryna fap!

ask me how i’m doin’, i’ll say business is boomin
ask how your girl is, say her p-ssy in bloomin

drgn dave? more like drgn g-y
eat my -ss like chic fil a
b-tch we out here don’t f-ckin’ doubt me
b-tch miss me
it’s chim p

[verse 4: chim p]

it’s the chimper on the track, this was back in the day
i was chimping on the chicks, call me santa, i slayed
then my boy called me chimper, what the f-ck did he say?
he be yelling in the halls, he said “chimping re!”

i was chimping chimping chimping on the females i be pimping
i be chilling
ladies come and get a four inch filling

in the crib i f-ck your thot, run up drop the top
pull up and i nut, take off then i pop

uh, catch it with a tissue, f-ckin’ on the line all the time no issue
uh, condoms i misuse, whipping all the cream in my d-ck b-tch come thru

uh b-tch yea i bang, chains straight from johnny dang
eat her -ss, orangutan
one last thing
f-ck rache gang

- runaway slave

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