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letra de 90's shit - slop

[verse]
shoot my shot with this start, i get slipped up
she hit my guts so i rip the b-tch from my feet up
now speed up
sensitive n-ggas wanna link up, so they can hook my back to a tree and beat this sh-t up
(me)
who’s the kid who overused the word n-gga?
(me)
see the hate cause there ain’t, now i’m better
okay, j is for jack and m is for moron
so i jack my d-ck till i couldn’t from my forearm
that’s too hard
when i’m with your b-tch i call her “fat lard”
the fattest b-tch i ever seen
when she fart, she [?] bars
get out the way
(get out the way!)
guns packing more ass than [?]
she moving ice, better get big kids to [?]
told her
ooh
who that n-gga, he so clean, with his high water jeans and his nike-sb’s
he’s that n-gga
been that n-gga since 13
no vaccines
probably why i’m sick of you mc’s
use that key
no cash, just my n-gga judge cheese
mr. [?], get into our sh-t like fiends
no idea, that you make sh-t that’s diarrhea
and your girl’s favorite food is chick-fil-a chicken fingers, basic b-tch
john cena with my sh-t, i can’t see ya
but they was resting deep 2 weeks in north korea
and i heard you got an s to the t-d
b-tch don’t get near me
matter fact, b-tch, just stop breathing like
(inhale)
respiratory issues on this track
that’s why it must be sh-t, cause i don’t give an ass crack
i step dads, i make you love me
give you nicknames like “sonny”
(“hey, son”)
i walk around your house real dummy
oh, i leave
pay attention closer, big dummy
you n-ggas soft like gummies and your breath is smelling skunky
so pop a tic-tac and start to run, ruma-rum-run
run like you had your nose running
(manage)
cheese cheese and graham crackers, n-gga
swear all i eat is cheese and mother—-ing graham crackers, n-gga
give me some, mother—-ing, graham crackers, n-gga
graham, graham, graham
“slop on some bullsh-t, really can’t stand them”
shut up, b-tch, fore ‘ you deepthroat my handgun
i’ll blast them, into outer sp-ce, no case
before you handle slop, you better recite your grace
i’m like diddy in the 90’s, cause’ i still need my mace
wh0re’s really nasty, but i still want their face
(give me that face b-tch)
but i’m out of it, cold ass flow like i’m boutta spit acid
it really got me thinking bout’ some other sh-t
hit the splits
now i’m really thinking if i [?]
the misfits, who k!ll sh-t, and don’t know how to get
like a hieroglyph, yeah i don’t know what i mean
and i pull up with a couple [?] for my team
now i f-cked the fiend b-tch
now i got stds, now my d-ck mad purple, can you fix it pretty please? (d-mn n-gga)

- slop

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