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letra de harry potter (k%## fantano) - sam hyde

[intro]
f-f-f-fony wallace
cxleb

[verse 1]
fantano, you a f-g
make me wanna go rambo and train sambo and let my hands go
i’m in a lambo (pewm), with dominique boxley, don’t speak (shh)
i can hear your d-mn voice with the video on mute
it makes me wanna shoot
peter pettigrew lookin’ goof
put a couple hexes on you like, poof
wife-ium divorce-io, oops, my bad, fantano, that sucks dude
she cooks food, for me now
got your ex locked up like penal
meow (meow), suckin’ my penile
suckin’ my d-ck’s her hobby
got dominique locked up like dobby (dobby)
i got your b-tch doing dishes, she thinks i am d-ckalicious
put hеr at the very bottom of my list of b-tches
aftеr i tapped that gash and gave her 30 stitches
’cause it hurts worse than the k!lling curse when i hit from the back
wingardium leviosa, make her tits flap like skip skap, you need to quit that, b-tch ass
[interlude]
that’s my queen (b-tch)
i’ma white knight for her after i lay pipe in her
you ain’t right for her (you ain’t right for her)

[verse 2]
i’m harry potter, muggle do a backflip
give ’em fat lips, come with the whack sh-t
expelliarmus, get clapped quick, i don’t even need magic
hit you in the back of the head with a brick (pfft)
sock full of nickels if your name is tom riddle
.30-30 winchester for cal chuchesta
cast melofors, shoot him in the chest twice, double tap, pump his head
you’re better off dead, i get head, i’m getting bread
i’m getting fed, i got cred, i’m seeing red (red)
i go ape sh-t when i see fake sh-t
cast reducto ’cause i wanna break sh-t
with the firebolt with the big brake kit (woo)
broom hex on the quidditch field, that’s the way i break kids (woo)
i’m a great wiz, like snape is
but i drink b-tter beer then i stutter, queer
fantano, open your d-mn other ear
review music, you can’t hear (hey)
cap and gown, graduated top of your class, school of f-ggots
grades don’t matter (f-f-f-fony wallace)
stuck at the bottom of crouch’s trunk, and no it ain’t no ladder (cxleb)
so d-mn lame that it couldn’t be sadder
gray matter, chewing on it
death eaters, make a platter
feed it to your xanax crooning d-cksuckers, tell ’em k!ll harry pattah (f-f-f-fony wallace)
ain’t happenin’, fantano, you f-ckin’ bum (cxleb)
i cast repello muggletum
of my treacle tart you will not get a crumb
i need to get a gun
accio 9 mil (accio 9 mil), now stand still
put your hands up, like don’t shoot
i think your whole channel’s a d-mn spoof
i wanna shoot fantano in the roof (roof)
i wanna shoot fantano in the p–p (p–p)
puttin’ him in the dirt, make his knees hurt
put him on a t-shirt, go to bed with no dessert
i’m a k!lling machine, k!lling mr. clean
voldemort, fantano, same thing, no escaping
patrick with the gun kata, i’m the don dada
darth vader in the trump tower
yes i gotta, k!ll fantano, i’m harry potter
[outro]
k!ll fantano
k!ll fantano
k!ll fantano
k!ll fantano
i’m harry potter

- sam hyde

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