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letra de menace - yxng mos

yea yea
i got the sauce (i got the sauce)
her cum drip down my b-lls
she loves screaming for yxng mos
talking down b-tch you get tossed (yea you get tossed)
leave you screaming “aiden lost!” (yea aiden lost)
said i wouldn’t be sh-t and that was false
we don’t fear the law
i shoot up the party i change the artillery
to f-ck up the opps (opps)
if they find me with it it’s lead prescriptions
for all of the cops
i never felt sorry for whatever i did
and that’s word to my moms (moms)
blood b-tch i’m a demon i swеar to god
me and the devil in talks
uh huh
phonе it keep ringing while i was with moms
so i had to go take a walk (walks)
yea i don’t like saying no names
cause n-ggas be d-ck sucking only for clout
but don’t say my name in the lineup
it’d be the last thing that’ll come out your mouth (mouth)
huh live by the gun you gon die by the gun
they tell me so come take me out
uh feel like a menace but brokezy be dede
i tell him he needa slow down (yo chill)
told him to empty his pockets
and did it without a gun “who’s p-ssy now?”
yea chain it be icy i talk to celebrities
and only smoke by the pound man (the pound)
this is life that we dreamed about
if you was alive you’d be proud

yea yea
i got the sauce (i got the sauce)
her cum drip down my b-lls
she loves screaming for yxng mos
talking down b-tch you get tossed (yea you get tossed)
leave you screaming “aiden lost!” (yea aiden lost)
said i wouldn’t be sh-t and that was false
we don’t fear the law
i shoot up the party i change the artillery
to f-ck up the opps (opps)
if they find me with it it’s lead prescriptions
for all of the cops
i never felt sorry for whatever i did
and that’s word to my moms (moms)
blood b-tch i’m a demon i swear to god
me and the devil in talks
uh huh
i shoot up the party my b-tch feeling gnarly
ride me like a harley (vroom)
h-ll nah
these b-tches keep trying glock roar like a lion
you a p-ssy feline (you a p-ssy feline)
yea huh
i hit you four times and you out of your mind
and you claimed asylum hmm (asylum)
b-tches get dirty as sticks and i’m rich as a b-tch hmm
driving downtown in a new six-four (six-four)
glocks hanging out the broken window (window)
not afraid to turn a b-tch a widow
and my glock be harder than a motherf-cking armadillo
yo b-tch sleeping on my d-ck like pillows (pillows)
yea she swallows all my kiddos (kiddos)
how many hoes b-tch you got zero (zero)
and my choppa bouta blow you ain’t no motherf-cking hero (hero)

- yxng mos

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