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letra de allergic to bullshit - suga free

[intro]
i’m tired of playing with these motherf-ckers…
no! i lay me down to sleep
i got a feeling i’m allergic to bullsh-t
already got some medication for dumb sh-t

[verse 1]
you better leave me alone b-tch cuz i
i feel like f-cking you up
feel like f-cking you up
but i got too much game
to blow out ya brains in front of yo momma and get struck out
game
feeling all revenge and no remorse and no sorrow
b-tch you got an -ss whooping coming so bad
i’m a beat your motherf-ckin’ -ss
b-tch cuz your wrong for that (you)
make me wanna pull a bone out ya back (yes you)
call us the “pest control”
(dead b-tch walkin)
ya whole chest is gone
(dead b-tch walking)
b-tch get a gun, put it to your head and blow your motherf-cking brains out
better yet, go up to the nearest bridge you see and jump off that motherf-cker
jump in the middle of the freeway and run into a truck or something
cuz you won’t pimp me!
i don’t give a f-ck
i’ll cuss yo -ss out

[chorus 1]
i get the feeling i’m allergic to fake b-tches
already got some medication for square b-tches
i still keep my sucker repellent with me by my game
at the stroke of twelve i’m turning her back into a pumpkin
game
put a hanger on your back until you can’t function

[bridge]
we are here to f-ck you, straight f-ck you up sing
we are here to f-ck you up

[verse 2]
now you want to see me in the county
yes you don’t want no happy people around me
because i’m fine i can f-ck baby and i can fight
thanks for nothing b-tch my formula is extraordinarily tight
game (game)
b-tch you understand that i’m the black jack tripper
game (game)
suga free the pimp pomona style still a b-tch k!ller
b-tch i’ll call john walsh on america’s most wanted and tell him you a kidnapper
since you so tough b-tch why don’t you jog some of that fat off your motherf-cking -ss

[chorus 2]
i get the feeling i’m allergic to liars
already got some medication for cut throats
you better give me 50 feet cuz i
i feel like f-cking you up
feel like f-cking you up
hee hee

[verse 3]
b-tch i’m getting tired of yo -ss (and i like it)
make me want to put some fire to your -ss (and i might b-tch)
hoe you got an -ss whooping coming from h-ll
cuz you done ran out of rope and you prepared to tell
call us the pest control
what you hating for?
that’s why i stabbed you in the throat with a dayton spoke!
you got an -ss whooping coming so loud
i’m a boot yo -ss to the clouds
i just can’t wait to put you in your place right
like with motherf-ckers when i stand behind the f-cking mic
and how you jealous of your man b-tch you want to beat me too?
and all the fly sh-t you often see a motherf-cker do
you need your -ss whooped
you notice you broke b-tch?
like, get yo money why u bullsh-ttin’?
i want this

[outtro dissing a hoe]
filmo slim said p-ssy gon’ sell with cotton and corn won’t right
so you’ll never pimp me, b-tch
i’ll let you pimp me when they make d-ld-s out of dayton spokes
and the only reason i don’t knock all the t–th out your mouth b-tch is because i know your -ss is finna go tell
little punk -ss b-tch
yeah, its written all over your face you a punk as b-tch
misery loves company
little miserable -ss… piece of blubber
ain’t happy for sh-t!
is there anything int he world you happy about? anything!?
h-ll motherf-cking no
so what you do, is go to a motherf-cker who got his sh-t together and try to f-ck they sh-t up
b-tch you cannot reach in my body and pull a bone out out of me okay
you cannot stop me from smiling
you cannot stop me from making this music
okay?
i’m not gon’ let you do that
god ain’t gon’ let you do that okay?
why don’t you get a job at target or something?
you know what i’m saying?
get something you can be proud of
get a paper route b-tch for all i give a f-ck, piece of sh-t!
f-ck you
and yo momma too
what! cadillacs and gon run no more cuz you gone b-tch?
i can’t spit dope sh-t because you gone b-tch?
f-cking idiot!
what you stand for? what you standing on? nothing
what you got? nothing
what your momma got? nothing
what your family got? nothing
cuz you ain’t nothing, and you ain’t never be nothing! piece of sh-t, life don’t stop cuz you gone b-tch
you like a cigarette b-tt to you b-tch, i smoke you and throw yo -ss away when i’m done with you!

- suga free

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