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custodian - hammer lyrics

[intro: custodian]
yung glock b-tch
aye aye aye oou
getting down with that jazz rap (that jazz rap boy)
yuh
oou oou oou

[hook 1: custodian]
riding with a hammer on the seat with a freak
pull up on a p-ssy boy and i’m gon beat him like my meat
pull up on your b-tch and i start l!cking on her feet
lay her on the bed and now i’m beating on those cheeks

[verse 1: custodian]
steering in a foriegn but you know i’m not the owner
taking out my bike ’cause i dont need no f-cking motor
he think he’s going hard so i call that boy a b-n-r
shooting out the window better hope that he a doner
’cause i’m drinking hard liquor to my kidneys
hammer on the seat it hold like 50
cruising through the country and i’m doing about 60
talking all this sh-t so come f-ck with me
he can shoot his shot he never hit me
call that boy my ex because he always f-cking miss me
my d-ck was too big so she just said fist me
i give that hoe a hickey while she grab up on my gl!cky

[hook 1: custodian & (trash manifest)]
riding with a hammer on the seat, with a freak
pull up on a p-ssy boy and i’m gon beat him like my meat
pull up on your b-tch and i start l!cking on her feet
lay her on the bed and now i’m beating on those cheeks
riding with a hammer on the seat, with a freak
pull up on a p-ssy boy and i’m gon beat him like my meat
pull up on your b-tch and i start l!cking on her feet
lay her on the bed and now i’m beating on those cheeks (sorry my mic’s a piece of sh-t)
(here we go)

[verse 2: trash manifest]
b-tch i’m hopping out the bathroom
i took a m-ssive p-ss
now you find me in your dad’s room
he listen to my sh-t
now you need to get a d-mn broom
cuz i’m with custodian
you’d think it was a poor life
i got that walmart fit
b-tch i pull up to the boyhouse
braces out my mouth
f-ckin living through a hurricane
couldn’t handle all my clout
syke you thought i’d talk about that but i find it oh so boring
d-mn bro all that money in your pocket got me snoring
now they mad that i make music ‘cause i wear nail polish
little do you know i really don’t think that i’m hot sh-t
rather walk 5 miles and eat some fire ants
than to hear about that b-tch that don’t wanna get into your pants
wahh wahh wahh, shut the f-ck up
all this whining got me chugging smirnoff thru my big b-tt
rather c-ck vore, and absorb into my big nuts
hammer on the seat wit a freak, b-tch you roll b-tts

[hook 1: custodian]
riding with a hammer on the seat, with a freak
pull up on a p-ssy boy and i’m gon beat him like my meat
pull up on your b-tch and i start l!cking on her feet
lay her on the bed and now i’m beating on those cheeks
riding with a hammer on the seat, with a freak
pull up on a p-ssy boy and i’m gon beat him like my meat
pull up on your b-tch and i start l!cking on her feet
lay her on the bed and now i’m beating on those cheeks

[verse 3: shibuya]
yeah i’m with the hammer i ain’t talking ‘bout a gat
or a strap i’m talking sledge to your back door
might just leave you out of breath if you ask more
questions man i’m reckless man
no sleep but i’m restless man yeah i got depression man
living hard knocks give your b-tch my hard c-ck
what a way to change the topic
out here chillin with jewificer living godless
no goals no guidance
feeling 6 feet deep hoping one day i’ll be flying
but there’s no way to know that’s kinda terrifying
well hopefully you like the verses i’m supplying
my love for rap’s undying, don’t even no clarifying

[hook 2: shibuya]
yeah we live from the chambers
custodian he was born in the manger
son of god send the sinners to the synagogue
but he’s a sinner himself so you’re in danger
yeah we live from the chambers
custodian he was born in the manger
son of god send the sinners to the synagogue
but he’s a sinner himself so you’re in danger

- custodian lyrics

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