letra de newbies - skeezwab mob
[intro]
how’s about we go back to the bay area and get some crabs?
[verse 1: opdavi1]
this beat sucks d-ck
i wonder who made it he must be a pr-ck
stealing these beats like some devious l!cks
got beats in my repo no i ain’t using git
making hits in my free time i’m making a b-line
to the top of the charts, it ain’t tea time
i hate british people they’re so f-cking annoying
supreme zippo lighter my lyrics on fire
f-ck you mean y’ain’t dropping in march you a liar
my pants are on fire, situation is dire
down on our luck man skeezwab is for hire
hit you on the trap phone b-tch it ain’t wired
you’re a liberal cuck if you listen to wired
i’m in the bus b-tch lets drop moisty mire
it’s the end of the album, man this has been a f-ckin journey
you will never see me shopping at a journey’s
i win all the tourneys i will turn you into mist with my boys on the assist
punctual as always b-tch i do not have a lisp
i walk straight into the club i do not need to be frisked
i barely took a risk but i reap all the rewards
you need to take a shower b-tch you have clogged pores
selling out tickets to every show on the tour
your not a real fan if you don’t know copy that lore
leaving all the music critic’s asses sore
(f-ck you fantano, you piece of sh-t)
i hope to god he gives this album a zero
hating on b-tches like i’m robert de niro
i don’t have no ice but i’m well below zero
b-tch i’m the club like i’m man-man
i make fire ass breaded salmon
netflix and pills we be jammin’
richer than your aunt like i’m hammond
i’m in top gear for this last song
imma make it really long
hope you don’t mind cuz this sh-t is the bomb
maybe someday i will finish skeezwab.com
and maybe someday i’ll get to rap for a job
and just like that i am gone
[verse 2: saul badman]
shut up davis
straight off the dome
getting some dome
got a bad b-tch imma throw her my bone
golf w-ng beat got me in the zone
smoking two joints i’m starting to foam
memory coming and goin
and coming and goin
and coming and going
and goin and coming
cum in her stomach
did some things that i can’t even stomach
she grabbed my d-ck and i told her to gun it
i am skeezwab you can say that i run it
i’m sleepy as f-ck i’m gonna start druggin’
these b-tches and hoes
you can call me tyler but i’m efficient
murdering chicks while wearing some fishnets
davi made this sh-t man made it real nice
running from police nah i’m running from ice
long ass song got all the homies
we straight thuggin’ and wearing some chonies
mc cran, d-money and davi, a set of twins and man they crazy
can’t forget jose and otto they brazy
we a super team like the warriors with kd
rhyming so smooth man i ain’t no jay-z
my verse went over my limit b-tch pay me
[verse 3: d-money]
(shh it’s kim jong-il, shh)
d-money, hoe
f-cking on the sherm but his ass got germs
i am slinging sperm
ride me like berm
cream me like urn
slimy like worm
on some freaky let me stimulate your nerves, nerves
i- i- i don’t f-ck ruffles
oiled up like f-cking truffles
b- b- blow me like wand spewing out my f-ckin’ bubbles
f- f- fortnite big ass cans spewin’ out and f-cking guzzle, guzzle
sipping f-cking guzzle juice
playing with the morning wood ’till it’s like a f-cking spruce
squawk me like a goose
making stewie watch his ass saying, “what the deuce?”
honking train on that caboose (train like on that caboose)
what? there’s two of me what the f-ck
[verse 4: daguayo10]
daguayo10, you know what’s up
i’m f-ckin’ on your b-tch ten toes up
push up, that’s a warmup
have a champagne cup full of rosa
i’m not your god i ain’t yo’ jehovah
my man mariano likes girls from barcelona
[verse 5: mc cran]
chillin’ in the glen with my n-ggas man
i f-ckin’ love these fools with a big passion
i really hate about this f-ckin’ big ass plan about tryna live in a tragic land
wait hold on, my fault, my name is cran
but my b-tch be callin’ me, “hey big man”
her p-ssy be like the sauce from the craniac
she f-ckin’ giving me head like a maniac
imma f-ck that sh-t up like a big ass train
n-ggas jealous that i’m her perfect maine
yeah she my baby momma she my number one
we gon’ f-ck this sh-t up b-tch let’s go get some
yuh, f-ck out here n-gga
[verse 6: globill, saul badman]
i took drugs i’m feeling so queezy
i’m a hunky white boy like i’m f-ckin’ jay easy
i love drugs, i love drugs
took drugs just to feel good
took drugs just to make love
took drugs just to live
f-ck, i took drugs just to take drugs
might as well be black by the way i’m a thug
imma cut up in the hood like mlk
mlk walked so i could run
mlk was my childhood idol
i would f-ck for mlk to come back
i would f-ck for a f-ckin’ mcchicken
f-ck the amount of things i would f-ck for
the only gang sign i know is 4s
imma beat his ass it’s too easy like he’s four
imma need a pull i should really go on tour
i’m a real gangster i come up with a glock
i really wish someone would of told me i had a monster c-ck
the way i pulled it out she be lookin’ into shock
i’m rapping like i’m from asia
imma k!ll your hugh- like euthanasia
trip report, i saw the king of croatia
can i say the n-word?
please?
lennox? (yes)
can i have the pass? (yes)
come on (yes)
f-ck you, n-gga n-gga n-gga n-gga n-gga n-gga
i got a pump shorty imma pull the trigger (that’s awesome, that’s amazing)
[verse 7: cody aguayo]
uh
giving you the world let me spin you like a twirl
you my favorite girl eat my nuts like a squirrel
bend you on the couch finna make you squirm
yeah i’m talking ’bout swallowing my sperm
yeah it’s white and it burns, makes your stomach turn
(oh, good sh-t k!ll ’em unc)
[verse 8: francesco]
dirty girl me tell you get the f-ck out the room man me give you a hot steamy f-ck later man (bomboclaat)
welcome to jamrock, camp where the thugs dem camp at
two pound ah weed inna van back
it inna your hand bag, your knapsack, it inna your backpack
the smell ah give your girlfriend contact
some boy nuh know dis, dem only come around like tourist
on the beach with a few club sodas
bedtime stories, and pose like dem name chuck norris
and don’t know the real hardcore
[verse 9: swaxelhead]
varsity lane, you know i’m out here going
eighty-eight metronome, ’boutta record this sh-t off the f-ckin’ dome
yeah i’m freestylin’, yeah i’m still wildin’
yeah i’m f-ckin’ all the b-tches for the third time and
i don’t give a f-ck (yo jason)
i’m a f-ckin’ sl-t
i be spreadin’ coodies i don’t really give a f-ck
boutta bust a nut, in a bad b-tch
hit her with the one two the i switch to the next one
then i pull out the motherf-ckin’ big gun
put a bullet right between her eyes, now she really f-cking dumb (are you dumb, stupid?)
she really f-ckin’ dumb
i f-ck that b-tch stupid
matter fact i f-cked her in the ass so hard she p–pin
man i f-cked that b-tch real bad i don’t-
i’m ’boutta lose it
yeah i f-ckin’ lost it
i f-ckin’ lost it, i lost the flow
i’m ’bout to go the triplet, i’m hittin’ it
i don’t give a f-ck man i’m whippin’ it
down varsity lane, hit a couple motherf-ckers and they think i’m insane
that was an apollo jake rhyme yeah i stole that for the one time
and he ain’t even gonna know because-
he’s too fine
and imma-
maybe f-ck ’em three or four or five or six times
and now i’m out here runnin’ out of these rhymes
so i’m switchin’ up the flow maybe if i refresh my brain i’ll find somewhere to go
maybe if i’m chillin’ here with my boys maybe imma (hey, shout me out, shout me out)
imma say shout out mason that’s my og (shout out sam)
my number one right here
i can’t even lie no cap he’s the real one
and i ain’t even fat, i just got a lot of love to give
and now i’m f-ckin’ on your b-tch (can we go to wallgreens?)
while she suckin’ on my d-ck
and now i’m ’boutta p-ss in her v-g-n- i don’t give a f-ck, kid
(i think that’s it, i think that’s good unless you want me to get some more-)
[outro: saul badman]
hey shouts out to everybody who worked on the song you feel me son
hey shouts out to d-money (and billy)
shouts out to opdavid
shouts out to mc cran
shouts out to the twins, samuel immel, francesco
that’s it, that’s it
skeez 3, next year, prolly not, prolly not though
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