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83hades – b!tch lyrics

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(verse 1: kaether)
uh, ay, uh, uh, uh
consistent d-ck what i been givin’ to her
her p-ssy hurtin’, yell like i abuse her
she claim she pregnant, they know that i knew her
my d-ck wasn’t in her, too long, f-cking through her
split that b-tch open, that p-ssy seem looser
her p-ssy gushy, i don’t wanna lose her
they see my b-tch and they claimin’ they knew her
i said “you know tekken?”
she don’t f-ck with losers
they wanna k!ll me, well make me a martyr
i bring the tech in then i’ll bring the slaughter
these n-ggas p-ssy, they talk like they barter
i f-ck on your mother, then dip like your father
trappin’ real young, i been quick since a starter
stay with the plugs like a port and a charger
they think i’m buns til they drip like some water
go tell your b-tch father i f-cked on his daughter
you’re just a p-ssy, i will not obey you
back the f-ck up out my face ‘fore i slay you
50 round drum, man this sh-t might amaze you
but know if i shoot that i will not just graze you

(hook: kaether)
you’re just a p-ssy, i will not obey you
back the f-ck up out my face ‘fore i slay you
50 round drum, man this sh-t might amaze you
but know if i shoot that i will not just graze you
you’re just a p-ssy, i will not obey you
back the f-ck up out my face ‘fore i slay you
50 round drum, man this sh-t might amaze you
but know if i shoot that i will not just graze you

(verse 2: 83hades)
stop all that talkin’, you know you ain’t bout it
say one word in rvr3 and you gonna get out it
i hop out the sp-ceship, i’m all in the audi
i’m all in your mother, she made me get rowdy
i hear the siren then, i’m droppin, i’m outie
say howdy to my glock, i’ma have her meet your parents
and you just another b-tch talkin’ sh-t, that’s apparent
i’ma pull up in the phantom, i’ma really get it blammin’
you a soft-served jit, i’ma f-ckin k!lla b-tch
if he say he wanna box, i’ll just make the body flip
you don’t look like no tree, why you talkin bout them sticks?
please don’t be surprised when you find him by a bridge
and it’s f-ck a funeral, i’ma hang him on a hinge
and you can’t get no p-ssy, why you e-date a b-tch?
what you look like, b-tch, lemme eat that sh-t
if i find a f-ckin’ grave, i’ma stomp that sh-t
b-tch, how you gon shoot me if you ain’t got no gun?
heard you on house arrest cause you tweetin’ with them thumbs
bullet holes in him, make his body go numb
if you’re underage, hit up fune and he got you
should’ve k!lled yourself back then but i saved you
no playgrounds but you can’t come to high school
said that he a shootin’ lil boy, i got a mike too
ain’t got no juice
i pull up, no roof
big dodge caravan, i’ma hit him with the 2
got me filled up with roxies, i’ma pour me a deuce

(verse 3: 83hades)
witchcult some p-ssies, they don’t want no smoke
graveboy a f-ggot, he fat and he broke
b-tch, come try the gang and we might up a pole
shove it all down her throat, think that b-tch wanna choke
i got karats on my ear and my wrist on froze
i got 12 in the rear and i’m gone off c0ke
and if jasper actin’ silly, i’ma put him in a coffin
12 gauge shotty, she don’t f-ck wit the oppin’
that b-tch said i love her so i fill her up with goblins
ay, ay
suck this muf-ckin’ c-ck, lil b-tch
ay, ay
ride my glock, lil b-tch