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FROWNYFACE :(
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Afourteen
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Yuh, yuh Bigger man, so what? Yeah my pistol don't wanna When I walk into the club, yeah Bone shuffle Bone shuffle Do the bone shuffle Yeah pu**y boy ain't trynna [?] run back We both know [?] Watch me pull up on an op block With two cops playing polkadot with a clique Bringing many money make 'em sick Yeah I break his head off with'a stick Mothaf**ker you just got sent back Breakin' yo' head with a big gat [?], yeah [?], yeah [?], yeah [?], yeah B*t*h I keep a weapon B*t*h I keep a wea- B*t*h I keep a weapon B*t*h I keep a wea- B*t*h I keep a weapon B*t*h I keep a wea- No, lasciami stare Io fotto si, ma solo con i fatti Non lo so, lasciami fare Ti fotto la tipa perché siete [?] Ti sto sul cazzo, non tengo più [?] Brutti b*st*rdi, non mi fa più malе Fanculo sta troia, non sta mica male Mi scopo la pu**y finché non si piagne brutto stronzo Miro e faccio hеadshot Tu mi resti sotto Un attimo f**k that sh*t Rimani sotto frate pa**i un g Mi trovi morto Sono sopra la tua b*t*h yeah Non lo so [?] yeah Faccio [?] yeah yeah Non resti in piedi se mi chiedi come va? Hey b*t*h Let's go B*t*h (SKOTSKR) Yeah, yeah Ain't this swag mothaf**ker? Posted with the [?] I ain't trynna spend my life in jail Shawty got me ridin' [?] got a d**k Wait, what? Yeah Back in business please count this sh*t now Rollin' in my Balenciagas like who's the sh*t now? Aye, you the sh*t now And shut the [?] stomp back I'm mad aroused Yeah, [?] And I ain't never have a homie come and check up on me What a late day, hopped on back the bus and the [?] I can't say sh*t F**K Every damn day, gotta grip the damn K F**K Theres no salute sh*t, life sucks buddy and you ain't frickin' do sh*t So lick my nuts buddy and don't be flexing that fool sh*t Yeah, never enough for me So whatchu-, so whatchu want from me shawty Oh now you know you gotta walk it out after getting yo' face f**ked Put yo' baguettes out of whatever the f**k you came from Yeah, yeah, f**k [?] I ain't never did you something Shoot him the f**k back She don't know anything about me Yeah f**k every-, ha, you probably thought I was gonna scream- Yeah f**k everything And every b*t*h Won't talk to you F**k everything Aye, f**k everything (Cherry, cherry) (Sopra il cazzo di-) (Ma chi cazzo l'ha invitato quello?) (Ma puoi stare zitto che-) (Stai zitto!) F**k, non fotto con la tua clique Scopo la tua troia sopra ad un fottuto jeep Non fotto coi falsi, li elimino Io non mi limito Sì, sono chimico B*t*h, sono in bilico Ciclo litico Sono [?] Tipo [?] Io faccio [?] Ti becchi la mia forma fonica Io faccio [?] Quando vedo gente come te Lasciami in pace brutto stronzo Se vuoi ti faccio a pezzi e ricompongo (Eh, te l'aspettavi che-) (Oh ma vuoi stare zitto?) (Oh, oh, calmo, oh, oh) Fanculo, basta Io sono stanco di voi [?] E dalla busta di cocaine nella mia posta Siamo nel [?] E allora basta Voglio [?] Non vuoi consigli e gli ho tirato una [?] (SKOTSKR) Cinta gucci [?] Tengo un orso bianco, tipo 400 kill Sento sulla tipa [?] Guarda la mia chain, 5 euro ma fa bling la fica Dice che non lo sa che io sono sempre in pista ti spacco la schiena come un kit kat (Kit Kat) Sei saporita, si chiama Mastrolinda Ribalto tutto te su un blocco stradale (stradale), perchè mi annoio se non faccio una strage B***o bar in terra come fosse una scommessa (Una scommessa) Se non lo sbatto penso che mi stressa (Lo stressa) Hoppin' in and out the car because I'm movin' like that If you wanna act tough I got the gat in my jacket She my sl*t, they come jack it Pop out, no top straight to exit She don't want you and you know I got the gunner Fight you in the front but you won't fight back B*t*h in the car in the back with a phone And I callin' out, nine one one, b*t*h fight back I got the dog Shoot him in the foot, yo' b*t*h turn to me and I do her on the ground (Yeah) Shooting everything that looks up B*t*h on my d**k after I close shop And I get up at the whistle Ah, stupidest beat I've ever- (SKOTSKR) Do whatever the f**k you gotta do, you won't fall like that That ain't no fallin' [?] I got the gun in my jack, I got the [?] on my neck Where you at, we gon' find you Thought you was gone, behind you Stay quiet [?] they ain't got time for that sh*t Backdown on the backyard like the fifth grade We only do the same drugs Only difference is that I get paid When I'm writing this song I put myself down in the best way Middle finga' up I screamin' "F**k the place I was birthed at!" Faggot broken bozo, here my guy, go take yo' knife back You fall on a [?], fall down break the fall, they never crawl Ain't got control or patience, any day, I haven't peeked the corner In real life they got cameras, they gonna see you follow Jumpin' in the junk still, yuh They caught me jumpin' in the junk still, sh*t, jeez Got me jumpin' in the dumpster still feel like sh*t, jeez Got me jumpin' in the dumpster still feel like sh*t, jeez I'm gonna say a word in Italian, wait f**k, how do I say it again? Faccia triste
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