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letra de bruce lee - slimeball cj

[intro]
tylian made the beat

[verse 1]
hit your baby from the three (three)
put a n-gga on a t (t), b-tch im riding with my z’s we gotta fight buddy let’s go on his spree (spree)
came from the hoe with a fee, she bent it over i gave her the d (d)
chopper bless him like a sneeze, b-tch i steady smoking trees
gave her the d-ck know she working her knees
if i catch him lacking like lemon i squeeze
i’m not a blood im not banging b’s
came with the pole and you know i be clutching
wrap that boy up like a motherf-cking mummy
she arching her back now d-ck in her tummy (tummy)
been a smart n-gga b-tch i ain’t no dummy
if i up the stick now a f-ck n-gga running
n-ggas be laughing like sh-t is funny, we ate that boy up likе a motherf-cking m-ffin
play with us n-gga get put in a coffin (aye)
f-cking that b-tch whilе im taking a sh-t
i am a star so take some pics, gon kick your door with a jackie chan kick (jackie chan kick)
i play with sticks but im not chinese (chinese)
beat up the p-ssy like bruce lee, f-cking with me pimp c
b-tch ass boy we gon pull the trigger, f-ck with us boy we gon get are hitters (are hitters, we gon get are hitters f-ck n-gga)
you can’t play with me or none of my n-ggas

- slimeball cj

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