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Are you feelin it now Mr. Krabs are you feelin it?

F**k that stupid b*t*h she ain’t even know my name
She just call me daddy dingo and she f**k me for the fame
Up with this K it’s finna be a bad day
Your momma get bad news I hope that b*t*h pray
Gotta choppa
Hit a pu**y n***a get it cracking like a lobster
You is not a gangster, you is not a mobster
Big bank rolls probably turn on your momma
I’m about to drop d**k in your baby momma
Uhhhh I feel like el chapo
Mail his head off to his momma
Heard that b*t*h live in El Paso
I send that b*t*h overseas
Send that b*t*h overseas
Bandingo plays overseas
And I got a b*t*h in California
(Mhmmm She gon suck d**k to see me)

Uh huh everybody wanna copy swear they wanna be me
Diamonds dripping like some water coming outta Fiji
Ballin like I’m in the league I just hit a 3 peat uh huh
Yea yea
She suck on my d**k like a Go-Gurt
I f**k her face till her throat hurt
F**k is a choker?
B*t*h I’m a clown like the joker
I beat that pu**y till I say it’s over aye
I bend his block like an acrobat
We in the zoo do not come in my habitat
Beam in his eye make him blind like a cataract
Don’t got the blick then I’m grabbing the battle axe
Boy you just cappin
I know you that rattled and don’t wanna grapple or get up and scrap it
You hide in the shadows but yell out “what’s cracking”
That tough sh*t you talking gon get you a casket aye

She suck on my d**k at the Getty
I bust a nut like confetti
I’m in her dreams she calling me Freddy
But I feel like Jason without the machete
Cuz I got a Glock
I got them birds by the flock
Pockets filled up with them knots
And I do not box I got me a chop and I’m letting it off
F**k ya lil b*t*h I got me a b*t*h and she wanna ride with the gang
I stay with my clique we toting them blicks and I spin ya block in the rain
Heard you talking sh*t you finna die baby
Pull up wit bandingo we don’t fight baby

I run up a check
Ice on my wrist and my neck
Ride in my whip it get reck
Perkys on deck but you didn’t know it was fet
So all of my feens are depressed
I’m running sh*t
F**k on yo b*t*h and she sucking d**k
Go for round 3 and it’s sudden death
Nut in that b*t*h then I gotta split yuh aye
Hop in the Beamer
She give me tail like a lemur
I f**k a thot and I leave her
B*t*h I’m a dog like a golden retriever
Nut in that b*t*h and I f**king delete her
Yea b*t*h I go stupid like a dodo
Stirring up her pu**y and it’s sounding like some fro-yo
Got a Puerto Rican and she loco
Gotta use adobo
Cooking up the chicken in the kitchen that’s a no go

Nah but forreal tho y’all gotta f**king spice ya chicken sh*t
Salt and pepper ain’t it man y’all gotta use something else
I dont know Cajun whatever go to the dollar store pick something up
Damn

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