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johnny dinero - stitches x_x lyrics

[intro: johnny dinero]
aye
aye, aye, n-ggas
yo, aye
listen here, we better f-ck this sh-t up
i’m talking ’bout you, nuisance
i’m talking ’bout you shwiirly
i’m talking ’bout you kid anxiety
y’all n-ggas better f-ck this sh-t up with me a-s-a-motherf-cking-p
let’s go

[verse 1: johnny dinero]
outshining me?
mighty be
pull up on your b-tch you see
lil’ b-tch wanted the glaze no krispy kreme
she told that she wanna suck on deez
that i’m better than her n-gga cuz he not a d-mn g, aye
i’m an og
that’s why your puta f-ckin’ knows me
if you try anything stupid i’ll leave f-ckin floating
you’re repulsing
leave wit a cut and you rotting
st-tches on your face cuz i leave you f-ckin’ bl–dy
let my nuts hang
when my phone rang
bouta run my knuckles on your like i’m gohan
dragon these b-lls on her face like no hand
little mothaf-cka’ gonna need to pop a whole xan
we shaping features like a rorschach
my mouth is a gun i got 10 macs
pop some pillies i’m on prozac
crazy motherf-cker you got no hands
alhy be the n-ggas that be stomping you like a doormat

[hook: johnny dinero]
bust yo’ lips open with a f-ckin’ punch
leave you with a st-tch this ain’t no fun
i devour p-ssy like you for f-ckin’ lunch
don’t touch what i love or your better f-ckin’ run
bust yo’ lips open with a f-ckin’ punch
leave you with a st-tch this ain’t no fun
i devour p-ssy like you for f-ckin’ lunch
don’t touch what i love or your better f-ckin’ run

[verse 2: shwiirly]
all these n-ggas wanna act hard
sippin on my wokhardt
leave a n-gga wit some st-tches
f-ckin on some b-tches
my d-ck got big inches
you scared imma take yo b-tch
at the fl!ck of my wrist
watch yo blood drip
feasting on my chick-fil-a
yo b-tch on my d-ck today
my gun shoots out ray
wanna f-ck sommer ray
sommer is my bae
im feeding on the hate
all that do is motivate
i never flex
always keep it real
really done with the foolery
that b-tch a dweeb
bout shoot yo knees
blade make you sting like a bee
speaking facts can’t you see
imma teach you a lesson
don’t need no smith and wesson
ice on my neck cuz an injury
no i don’t got no jewelry
gotta work on getting my racks up
don’t get close you better back up
working on getting a check

[verse 3: kid anxiety]
yea just run
this sh-t ain’t fun
at the door i hear a knock
strangers at my block
keep my doors locked
no one can be trusted
not gonna be destructed
blood boils
i don’t feel so loyal
heart explodes like boom
leave you a busted lip
like you got hit with a 30 clip
sometimes i am f-cking doomed
feels like a severe wound
don’t needa pop xans
i wanna have a longer lifespan
yea
talk all that sh-t
get your wig split
get your face st-tched
gonna catch you slip
homie almost got knocked out
had to jump in and pop out
i don’t shed tears to cry
only if my people die
smoke a blunt and i’m feeling fried
f-ck the stress and the pain
cover my cuts with a st-tch
life is a f-ckin b-tch
before i’m gone you better kiss my -ss good-f-ckin-bye
yuh

[verse 4: nu1sance]
run b-tch, f-ck b-tch
eat you like some hummus
suckin’ on my d-ck ima leave her jus’ like a orphan
talkin all that sh-t but it’s obvious you ain’t ’bout it
put you on the curb i might stomp you jus’ like a wh0r- b-tch
aye, yuh, alhy n-ggas
n-gga, we ain’t f-ckin wit’ the outside n-gga
bars go clean like a gold five-figures
when we all go hard we gon’ sound like triggas
oh, sh-t, yuh
sh-t b-tch where the f-ck that n-gga
when i f-ckin see him he gon’ rotate like a spinna’
when i pull up wit’ my big heavy hitta’, uh
n-ggas always talkin’ that sh-t
but they never ever bout it
like some stage fright jittas uh
gang gang on my b-tch
jus’ like my wrist
she floodin’, shi’
okay, like yuh, aye

- johnny dinero lyrics

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