Correction Paroles Chesterfield Hotbox par Fobia Kid

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It's that nine-millimetre freestyle, check my heater
Let me blow your f**king brains, pop out with this beat
I'm getting furious, I cut off balls of every wife-beater
In medieval f**king style, watch out, this so lethal

f**k this b*t*h, I'm on a rampage, me and my ten gauge throwing these suckers in the ditch
Give me the switchblade, I wanna spit hate, needing to kill is just my itch
So I'm scratching every day like I got some scabs
I like to torture suckers, shoot 'em, watch 'em take their naps
I drink that booze til I'm passing out, lying on the floor, I'm gassing up myself tonight
I don't ever lose in drinking games, I'm a man to hype
I fight, sniffing that stone, then I shine so bright, getting mind blown, I'm that coked-up knight
Getting so f**ked til I lose my sight, I'm a f**kin boss, what I say is right
I'd make a hotbox, just from smoking on them chesterfields
It's a c*ckblock, if you tell your wife, she just my meal
But I'm hungry, let me feast, I'd f**king eat a seal
In a heartbeat I could steal that b*t*h, you know the drill

What I say is right, b*t*h, what I say is right
What I say is right, b*t*h, what I say is right
Uh, uh, uh

Niesom pekný niesom pretty, nemám žiadne autority
Nosím rozjebané boty, neprišiel som sa sem fotiť
Ja som anti ja som proti, preskakujeme cez ploty
Policajt sa pýta čo mi je, som zjetý
Hroty hroty hroty, ukradnem pre teba kvety
Ukážem ti nové svety ako Rick a Morty
Ak má kokot blbé reči, problémy s farbou pleti
Rozbijem fľašu o zárubňu a budú lietať črepy (Malá b*t*h)

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