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letra de moomer - xanakin skywok

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[intro: xanakin skywok]
rest in peace, kobe bryant
skywok
so, i heard about this stupid ass b-tch
she needs to be told off (told off, hoe)
stealing jokes (yeah)
from all these other n-ggas (from all these other n-ggas)
tryna be funny (what?)
but she ain’t (nah)
what up, shoe ass b-tch moomer (moomer)
what up, b-tch?
uh, uh, oh
yeah, uh, uh
oh, yeah
oh, yeah
yeah, uh, what
b-tch, b-tch (b-tch)

[verse 1: xanakin skywok]
i’ll chop you up in a minivan (yeah)
but your ass don’t fit in a minivan (no)
i-i-i-i-i swear to god, you a fatass b-tch
make you man look like he a minivam (uh)
you stealing jokes for some money (b-tch)
they don’t laugh ’cause you funny (no)
they gon’ laugh ’cause you bank size
ain’t the same size as your tummy (ha)
bit-bit-bit-b-tch ass hoe, get dummied (ow!)
p-ssy stank like it’s runny (yuck)
i swear to god, it’s only thing that runs in your fam’
yo’ legs like huddy’s
d-d-d-d-don’t ever come up to me
or i’ll sell some crack to baby gene
and i’ll smack his dad with baby cream
that n-gga so fat, he bleeds ice cream (what?)
how you gonna hate on trump, b-tch?
when you ate up on his lunch quick
i’m not into politics
i would rather f-ck on some sl-t b-tch (b-tch)
i’d rather let kim kardash’ come beat your ass
and watch you squeal sh-t (yuh)
so you better not make some lame ass joke
’bout me ’cause i do not feel sh-t (uh)
you could say i’m not 2pac
def-def-definitely not like biggie (nah)
but at least my ass got your kids
clappin’ real fast like my name disney (disney)
better yet, i got them slapping my raps
and saying each work like my name mickey (mickey)
b-tch, i bet you cannot get one word to them
even if you sold your kidneys (b-tch)
[verse 2: sadfriendd]
ah, like, what, huh?
lemme get this straight
that b-tch need life-sized dinner plates
that b-tch did block the interstate
that lazy ass b-tch ain’t losing weight
ah, she talking sh-t, but can’t touch her toes (ah)
this salty ass b-tch got food in her nose (wait)
step in the street, and she blocking the road (ah)
hefty as f-ck, i will not be her foe (wait)
couldn’t pick her up with an ufo
weight loss should be the new memo (way)
i forget you’re not funny
knock, knock, who’s there, the big ass dummy
the only d that she wants is sunny (ah)
threw in for a minute for a big ass tummy (wait)
acting like an african, she not funny (oh)
she want egg scrambled, fried, runny
she go holler for a dollar
lil’ b-tch, i’m popping my collar
oh, wait, i’m popping my collar
pull up, i shoot like old father
she give me brain like a scholar
i f-ck yo’ b-tch, but won’t call her
my wrists
be wet like an otter
these n-ggas
crawl like a toddler

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