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letra de 8,351 diss track - tall boi lil ging

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intro:
y’all made me do this
i’m bouta go in
u asked for it
it’s over

chorus:
8-3
5-1
8-3
5-1
i ain’t even rap
but i’ll pull up with a squirt gun
8-3
5-1
8-3
5-1
pull up on your b-tch
we just doing this sh-t for fun
8-3
5-1
8-3
5-1
i ain’t even rap
but i’ll pull up with a squirt gun
8-3
5-1
8-3
5-1
pull up on your b-tch
we just doing this sh-t for fun

verse:
this finna be lit
i’m bouta pop off
d-ck her down in her throat
give her that hard cough
first off it’s spooky boy
with his skeleton d-ck
thing so small
girlfriend rather use a chop stick
p-b-s on top his head
think he gunna swing swing
with his skinny arms n-gg-
think his name is ming ming
sayin he the oldest
teeth still f-cked up though
nah n-gg- i’m the coldest
f-ck you think this was hoe?

chorus:
8-3
5-1
8-3
5-1
i ain’t even rap
but i’ll pull up with a squirt gun
8-3
5-1
8-3
5-1
pull up on your b-tch
we just doing this sh-t for fun
8-3
5-1
8-3
5-1
i ain’t even rap
but i’ll pull up with a squirt gun
8-3
5-1
8-3
5-1
pull up on your b-tch
we just doing this sh-t for fun

verse:
n-gg- can’t dunk on a 10
with your four eyed looking -ss
you better be praying
amen
connect the dots with your face
you your families disgrace
i’ll put you in your place
now n-gg- that’s an ace
you ain’t even worth my time
finna write these fire lines
you ain’t ever in your prime
on the next one no sublime
you dating jeremy lin
looking like a f-cked up mouse
you think you finna win?
now get the f-ck up out my house

chorus:
8-3
5-1
8-3
5-1
i ain’t even rap
but i’ll pull up with a squirt gun
8-3
5-1
8-3
5-1
pull up on your b-tch
we just doing this sh-t for fun
8-3
5-1
8-3
5-1
i ain’t even rap
but i’ll pull up with a squirt gun
8-3
5-1
8-3
5-1
pull up on your b-tch
we just doing this sh-t for fun

verse:

b-tch made little d-ck
catch a fade you f-cking pr-ck
you are gunna get hit
5-1 forfeit
i don’t wanna go hard
we all know what to say
you a b-tch made tard
so eat some cotton candy
why your face look like that
you look like a trash bag
you a weak fricken twig
yo momma said my d-ck big
tell on me, catch these hands
roast you easy, wasn’t planned
bouta get lit up
you f-cking mexican

outro:
oh… sorry… my bad, el salvadorian

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