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letra de cauldron - yung schnooty

smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking, feel like wiz khalifa
it’s 19 b-tches on me i just caught a fever
she blow me some reefer
your girl a creeper, off saliva, nah what i mean bruh

saw her checking out my d-ck when you introduced her
shook the b-tch hand like watchu think they call me schnoot for
grenade, sticky; with me, heat, yeah, cause he’s a shooter
see the pressure cooker, they hoping they see ashton kutcher

i’m doing more than getting better i’m compulsive gambling
and anybody in the way we lеt the horses trample’еm
born in a muddy shack and in a forrest starving
rewarded, died a rich man in a gorgeous mansion

either that or playing mushroom gorge, still with the fam then
i don’t give a f-ck, what you talk
the robot in the garage
watches more than your mom, has its own metal band
that they won’t ever ban cause they rock steady like heavy hand

and the way that you sing, c’mon man, it ain’t happening
make me feel like randy jackson
it’s a no from me dog, but i’m in the stu
underground like a bunch of legumes
magnets on my shoes, yeah i walk on the wall, magic mirror perfume
i feel like paula abdul cause i sing better than you
i feel like mariah carey around these f-cking canaries
with the bow and the arrow, it’s yung schnoot
like a boa on the tree, we bear fruit

i give that eve b-tch a apple how bout that
shoot it off her head 100 yards back
ding dong the witch is dead, off with the b-tch’s head
no cap it’s what said, the wing on the left

got one more dead in the stack
so what it’s one less rapper said he could rap
my t–th are incisors, i keep getting wiser
the wider i pull out my driveway
in preciser timing i can pull out my driver
and hole and one ya hope ya know whats inside ya
it’s on the sidewalk, sorry i had to chalk this part off
it’s really blocked, i’m about to do some 3d art

listen my ego’s like a leo on heron
but i don’t do drugs i look bugged just running errands
and my flow so quick, b-tches get they stare on
cause they want that old —, and i never sharon, still don’t care dog

yeah, i get busy and i’m lit
you could never rip me
freeze styles all day, no heat
and i got no job watchu mean
yeah they fired me but they call it seperation
blood on my hands, no explanation
stole more than i could eat before it’s expiration
i got a gut feeling there’s somebody else to blame then

dusty flag on the shelving, they suggested that you pledge it
i swear i could sense it, dreamt it, i don’t mean smelt it
when my english teacher first got pregnant
i was a freshman, was alleged but hold up, i could test it

she had said it, i macbethed it
hansel and gretel coffin center, get the message
how do you even spell cauldron, are you kidding
i don’t know nothing about it, good riddance

i don’t want nothing to do, stop crystal balling
all you gonna see what comes in it in your jaw and
little b-tch talking, if you seek me
imma be like, a spear in britney

yeah, you know me, bayonet, put the gun on your waist
now you gonna be all wet when you run in your place
treading on mills, the only time you hold it
down is when you’re scanning your face
oh snap, let me get back to the original story
it’s one sided like statutory
follower of exhibitionist truama, in a third world horror
we’re all some third world ballers
out fudging numbers in the bakery mother f-cker

- yung schnooty

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