Tekst piosenki
[Hook]
We got that, we got that, good stuff, stuff
They goin murda, murda, for it, for it
[Verse 1]
Beat so hot on my smash it list
Hold up a second Imma scratch at this
Just cause i’m happy i’m pacifist
Stupid for thinking I won’t pass a fist
Massive dick, flaccid tip
Put on your belt bitch fasten it
Fast lane, bruce wayne, rascal it’s
Mister twisted nastiest
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Give em the spot how he handle it
Cuts, wounds, bruises, bandages
Advantage crisp, imma lyricist
Pussy ass rappers i’m sick of this
Syphilis, Uwww, shut ya lips
Walk around town like jinkies it’s
Durte Dom pulling some trickiness
Trick don’t trip on my cleverness
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