astropunk – gutter monsters lyrics
[intro]
(xonthebeat)
b+tch talking sh+t, ayy
pull up with the ak
p+ssy ass b+tch, i’ma f+ck up at yo’ dad, ayy
pull up at the g+y barn, i blow up with a a+bar
f+ck that p+ssy ass b+tch, gouge out eyes
barbie b+tch
[verse]
bars gettin’ ready, f+ck that b+tch and his f+ckin’ dad, ayy
hit a f+ggot with a knife, ’boutta f+ck his fave b+tch
p+ssy, shut the f+ck up
i k!ll yo’ body, uh+oh
b+tch, your body sags, i stab you ’til you’re dead
eat that f+ggot with a tag, i hit that buddy real quick
pull up with a b+tch (uh), quick (uh) on my d+ck tip (uh)
pull up with the b+tch, and, b+tch, i hit him with a .44
b+tch, ayy, huh, that body is on the floor
movin’ right, and i hit you with that six+fight
p+ssy ass b+tch talkin’ sh+t, and i just might
talkin’ g+y? i’ma hit you with the tag, ayy
p+ssy ass b+tch sayin’ he get f+ckin’ rags? huh?
[hook]
all i need is escape, b+tch
all i need is escape, b+tch
all i need is escape, b+tch
all i need is escape, b+tch
k!ll yo’ call and cut the others
f+ck that b+tch and f+ck her kids
pull up on that p+ssy, ron, i shoot ’em up wit’ my ak
[bridge]
huh, huh, huh, eat up on my d+ck, b+tch
sick ’em on that sh+t, uh
f+ck a b+tch real quick
suck ’em on my d+ck, b+tch
b+tches on my d+ck
can’t f+ck with that b+tch real quick
you a f+ggot, no sh+t
beat that b+tch, thumpin’
[verse]
bars gettin’ ready, f+ck that b+tch and his f+ckin’ dad, ayy
hit a f+ggot with a knife, ’boutta f+ck his fave b+tch
p+ssy, shut the f+ck up
i k!ll yo’ body, uh+oh
b+tch, your body sags, i stab you ’til you’re dead
eat that f+ggot with a tag, i hit that buddy real quick
pull up with a b+tch (uh), quick (uh) on my d+ck tip (uh)
pull up with the b+tch, and, b+tch, i hit him with a .44
b+tch, ayy, huh, that body is on the floor
this isn’t even for me, this f+ckin’ for you
i don’t need no b+tches, give me money
b+tch, ain’t it funny? you no honey
gutters in the house and we f+ck yo’ b+tch through the blouse
you a trap, like a mouse
i don’t give a f+ck, watch ’em gut
i don’t give a f+ck, watch ’em shut
i don’t give a f+ck
all you n+ggas on my d+ck, yeah, suck that cum
ayy, you a little b+tch, yuh
i don’t give a f+ck ’cause i’m goin’ with that body today
i’m making a mili’ today, b+tch
all you n+ggas, get off me
i’m makin’ up charts today
xonthebeat? no sh+t, no sh+t, no sh+t
i’m so cool you a fool
i’m a mastermind, ready to die?
you a b+tch, so i’m say “bye”
ayy, p+ssy, get off my d+ck
this a f+ckin’ wrist fight
pull up on his body like i’m smith, ayy
f+ck that b+tch, f+ck that b+tch, f+ck+f+ck
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
why i so crazy?
why i so brazy?
why keys like jay+z?
f+ck+f+ck+f+ck+f+ck
b+tch
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