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letra de war on drugs! - sex havers

[verse 1: tufty?]
i might join the war on drugs on the side of the drugs
flip over every rocket that functions like i [?]
b-tch, i’m sick as f-ck like spongebob when he got the suds
k!ll myself in front of everyone when the beat drop in the club
change the trajectory of their lives forever
b-tch, you old as f-ck, you got high blood pressure
i’m in your house, while you sleep, doing unspeakable things
take a loan out from the bank and spend it on diamond rings
now i’m in an unbelievable about of debt
bread long as f-ck, i ain’t talking baguette
sh-t gon’ get nasty like orange juice mixed with toothpaste
that hoe asked me when we gon’ f-ck i said b-tch to-day
i eat uranium, now i’m starting to mutate
chop you up, put you in a soup, find out how you taste
i hate money, i must have stockholm syndrome
i will k!ll every person who has invested in crypto
f-cked up in the crib installing windows, 11
got so much money i could cause a recession
break into your house and then i f-cking get you
before i perform i send a bomb threat to the venue
i’m joining the war on terror on the side of the terror
trying to run up on me, that is a tragic error
f-cked up in the crib eating silica gel packets
this s-x havers album is a godd-mn classic
i’m the inventor of tennis, cause i’m making a racket
feel like a grifter, the way i’m raking the cash in
you got dry ass lips, don’t go l!ckin’ em now
i will find a way to enter, i will get in your house
i’m under your floorboards listening to your conversations
tracking your every move like i’m a federal agent
[verse 2: quare]
b-tch i pull up, i ain’t talking bootstraps
scary ass whip, yeah that sh-t is moving too fast
living at my momma house at age 32 ass
jfk k!lled himself, but you already knew that
have no place for that sh-t, keep a glock on my lanyard
crackhead on the freeway, that b-tch thought it was nascar
[?] with the feral animals in the barnyard
laughing like a d-mn goblin, motherf-cker har-har
don’t keep it 100, i only keep it 50
show off the whip and they like, “don’t hit me”
i might just k!ll you to death, that is how it works
all these school shootings, americans will never learn
b-tches interrogating me, b-tches won’t get a word
i just asked your grandpa about you, he said he never heard
i’m sorry to hear about the alzheimer’s diagnosis
you are not bad to the bone, b-tch you got scoliosis
to the fbi agents, i have a doorbell, please use it
the waterboarding sounds cool though, i’m excited for the cruise ship
pop all the balloons, now your birthday is ruined
don’t trust me with power, i am sure to abuse it
tinnitus speedrun, speakerphones in my ears
brand new dodge challenger, just hit a deer
handing out l’s like i’m queer, and i f-cking am
i just plowed through your birth mother, yeah your f-cking nan
p-ssy wet like a merman
come and get your girl, she tryna f-ck me on her birthday
i pull all these hoes, yeah, they take my survey
fiddle with a d-ck like shakespeare and wordplay
b-tches hate pr-nouns, they must be anti-noun
punctured your newborn far as h-ll, it was out of bounds
if you were british, you wouldn’t have so many pounds
feed you alive to the motherf-cking hounds
[verse 3: sluds]
i rip off my socks and the dogs start barking
i take up four sp-ces when i’m parking
after i ate that b-tch p-ssy i was barfing
i’m in the function like, “i need a big mac, i’m starving”
f-ck 12 like r. kelly, you eating so d-mn much, got a potbelly
i open the door to my parents room, they are yelling
haven’t showered in eight weeks, that what you are smelling
on the fourth of july, i aimed fireworks at the white house
i might throw a pepperoni pizza on walter white’s house
if you ran i cl!ck the block b-tton with my mouse
b-tch gave exceptional blow like she had five mouths
i’m under arrest for felony possession of swag
rob a b-tch empty handed, put the money in my ass
i been chilling with the homeless people smoking glass
i might fill a f-cking orphanage with mustard gas
that head was immaculate, think that b-tch sugondeez
i might sit in a room for five years and age like cheese
got a new whip, push to start, it doesn’t have keys
i pull up to the rain forest and chop ten trees
cops say hands up but i put them on my d-ck
push your face to the pavement and crush it with a brick
b-tch put superglue on her ass, when i f-ck her i stick
i have a skin disease that makes it fifteen meters thick
get on a beat and spit mid, i feel like drake
i might scr-pe out your intestines with a rake
you thought i bought you a new car, but it’s just cake
can you fall off my c-ck for f-ck’s sake
i am busy snorting a mile long line of meth
do not f-ck with me, it will lead to your death
what i just said to you was a threat
i double d-ck twister pound your b-tch and we just met

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