Correction Paroles FeelTheBurn2020 par Kamaara

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The American People are tired of women
Yeah, aye
Aye, yeah yeah
What?
Yeah, what?
Okay (okay okay okay)
Yeah yeah (Pop)
What? (Yeah)
Yeah, what?

Hit my bag, hoe
Pull up like an as*h**e
Give no f**ks
Actin’ up like my ash, hoe
Baby imma lay it down
Boy ya' life's a sh*t-show
Baby when I come 'round
Open your damn throat
c*ck it and squeeze it
Blow him to pieces
Smoke from the barrel
Got my ass sneezin'
Think I have [?]
Speak for the weekend
Committing treason, dead by the weekend

Smokin' all that minute sh*t while scratchin' on yo' syphilis
f**kin' on yo' mama just to show that I mean business, b*t*h
Situation limitless, when there's no f**kin' witnesses
So tie 'em up and beat 'em down and break a couple ligaments
Sorry for my ways with the blade, like a psycho
Fifteen more percent [?] and hop up on yo' iPhone
Give me fifteen minutes with yo' b*t*h, now she is my hoe
I can spare your life and save you time, but this ain't GEICO

Could save you 15% or more on car insurance

Between you and I, we got nothing in common
My head full of pain and no perky to stop it
Twist it and pull her hair while I bop it
I feel like Iran when I'm totting the rocket
Look at my pockets, this money ain't stoppin'
I see it, I want it, little b*t*h, so I got it

Hit my bag, hoe
Pull up like an as*h**e
Give no f**ks
Actin’ up like my ash, hoe
Baby imma lay it down
Boy ya' life's a sh*t-show
Baby when I come 'round
Open your damn throat
c*ck it and squeeze it
Blow him to pieces
Smoke from the barrel
Got my ass sneezin'
Think I have [?]
Speak for the weekend
Committing treason, dead by the weekend

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