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letra de death basket - yung nobody idk

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[intro: family guy]
mom, dad, i found cigarettes in greg’s jacket
greg, were you smoking cigarettes?
no, dad
he’s lying. there’s no doubt about that
greg, i’m afraid your punishment will be four hours in the snakepit that’ll give you time to think about what you did
man!

[intro: grand theft auto san andreas]
did someone die in your mouth?
yeah, i bet you still wet the bed!
i’ma beat you like a-

[intro: family guy]
jan, i’m afraid you’ve earned a day in the fire chamber
for tattling on your brother

[verse 1]
ayy

real sh-t i’ma pull up in this b-tch with my d-ck out
water stay drippin’ on my crystals
i be that lil youngin’ that yo b-tch f-ck with
bust it open, might come quick, i don’t give a-

i don’t give a f-ck
got ten bands in the trunk, pop xans but i lean in the function
i be out in london with some b-tches eatin’ crumpets
move like a mage bring ’em back to my dungeon, d-mn

she look at me and say is you a girl
i don’t say nothin’, she proceed to give me a plug
i be focused on my money i don’t care ’bout no broads
i be dreamin’ ’bout a bentley and a 10-car garage like d-mn

what?
come over come give me-

hol’up, hol’up, hol’up

[verse 2]
always been the same kid, everyday sh-t
gotta couple asians in the whip wit’ me
she say she really wanna taste this
i be like great, just wait
i’m the sp-ceship, guns to the face like

fall back
beat the guts, she don’t ever get a call back
and whatever sh-t you want, i be off ‘dat
i be rollin’ with some ghosts, be my comrades
f-ckin’ cash contact

[refrain]
d-mn bro, this job really blows man, real talk
yeah man, but there’s gonna be some fine babes at this party tonight
word up?
word up
bet, bro, bet

yeah

[verse 3]
god d-mn i had to flex ’cause them bands on me
got some motherf-ckin’ gucci pants on me
b-tch i pull up in the casket, my life is a bad trip
playin’ with the p-ssy like “go go gadget”

run it like a track meet
rubbin’ on some -ss cheeks
and the money, yeah i got it
bad b-tch and she speakin’ to me spanish
she say, “really, papi, you can f-ckin’ have it,” uh

hit it don’t stop
“ella comella corneto” just means that she’s eatin’ my c-ck
sip ’til i’m zombie
i roll with rosses that roll up that sh-t make me lean like a palm tree, yuh

bad b-tch lookin’ so glorious
my squad roll like some walruses
“seash-lls by the seashorphius”
death basket with my 40 in it

- yung nobody idk

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