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letra de cookin - screwstache

[intro]
i know jaedon made this sh-t bro
haha

[verse 1: screwstache]
b-tch to the team, she gettin’ f-cked by a couple guys
p-ssy boy ran up, then i made his ass paralyzed
i can make a b-tch n-gga fold with my f-ckin’ eyes
i ain’t even tryna be a g, i’m just with my guys
you know i always keep it g, don’t be tellin’ lies
n-ggas play with me, i grease ’em up and throw ’em, rip the fries
gon’ light ’em up until that motherf-ckin’ p-ssy die
put ’em on a t-shirt, got his f-ckin’ granny cryin’
stupid mothaf-cka, should’ve never stepped up out of line
n-gga thought he knew what i was on, i’m on demon time
n-ggas, they yappin’, they talkin’ about me
p-ssy boy want smoke, so i’m grabbin’ a shotty
aimed it at his chest and shot ’em
all of my n-ggas, they real, they got me
all of my n-ggas, they real try me
all you n-ggas, you fake, you copies
[verse 2: yungskarz]
yeah, screw in the back with a .40
tryna [?] a n-gga like a [?] (uh)
i’ma just [?] for the glock with a d-ck, my n-gga no h0m-
we smokin’ yo’ pack, we smokin’ yo’ pack, now i’m in the ozone (pack)
mass suicide like jack, i’m finna get your body like toko (yeah)
i wake up, brush my t–th, get to cookin’, b-tch, that’s everyday (yeah)
got this sh-t on lock while ballin’, gettin’ blue, that’s either way
she like bruce, i broke her back, in her existence, i’m the bane
on the real, i can’t stand these n-ggas, i might need a cane (nah)
matter fact, i can’t stand these n-ggas might need a crutch (b-tch)
on the golden rings, now they think i got the mightest touch
steal my swag it’s to my foot, but you still can’t be one of us (never!)
took off on that freeway, speedin’ n-ggas, askin’, “what’s the rush?” (skrrr!)
headless horseman, i had to tell that b-tch i need my head
was either me or him, and i can’t let my mama see me dead
dr. mario, lately, i’ve been tweakin’ up the meds
my shooter do that sh-t, he pull up, that’s a whole lotta red (bow)

[bridge: screwstache]
choke a motherf-cker, leave him purple like pierre bourne
if you believe in god, when i k!ll him, he’ll be airborne
b-tch, i’m like a virus, when i attack, b-tch, i’m airborne
smoke that n-gga pack, yeah, he louder than some air h-rns

[chrous: screwstache]
wake up, brush my t–th, take a sh-t, i get to cookin’
i’ma go and make a hit, get these b-tches lookin’
when i see an opp, p-ssy boy better get to bookin’
’cause these 5’5″ 6’s, they gon’ lead this b-tch f-ckin’ shookin’
b-tch to the team, she gettin’ f-cked by a couple guys
p-ssy boy ran up, then i made his ass paralyzed
i know that he p-ssy, he can look me in my f-ckin’ eyes
he gon’ get to prayin’ when i pull up with that f-ckin’ five

- screwstache

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