jonas nashar – fuck my past lyrics
yeah…
that’s my life you know what i’m sayin’?
it’s abou’ my f+ckin’ past…
it’s abou’ all the fake+ass people…
i feel like, i want to punch the whole world in the f+ckin’ face right now!!!
i drop the top i smoke pot
on the block y’o b+tch on my c+ck
shootin’ up the block with my glock
i can not f+ckin’ stop, and i can’t f+ckin’ knock
these other n+ggas they can’t top
my lines are so hot like b+tches in tube tops
grab my tube socks i do rock
the mic tonight, feels so f+ckin’ right
you can’t fight my might
but it’s winter so i miss the sunlight
it’s too chilly gettin’ fifties
f+ckin’ kitties suckin’ titties
get a quicky from a silly b+tch named, “candy”
but this windy city sorta sh+tty
trippy music modern hippies
i’m good at chemistry
so you better hide your
motherf+ckers little p+ssies
(yeah, you better hide
your motherf+ckers little p+ssies)
your style is generic mine’s authentic made
i’ll roll like a renegade unique we negate
my techniques bizarre vanilla ice carving
like it’s a dare to l!ck some f+ckin’ p+ssies
k!ll you were a storm until i served you
like a bar and grill tt+the cookin’ grill
yeah, that’s all it took to k!ll you
yeah, that’s all it took to k!ll you
prepare for the flip, better stick your hand in your nose i might drown you with filth
or prefer to be served and severed with some f+ckin’ claws
share‘em with my new friends
and f+ck all y’all motherf+ckers
get out of my house party you f+ckin’ haters
laughter beats, murder lines, and i’ll k!ll you every single time
you f+ckers can’t hang when i come through with dope rhymes
i’m on heroin, adderall, speed, and dank weed
and i snort cocaine until my motherf+cka’ nose bleeds
i got more money than a f+ckin’ b+tch needs
and just lookin’ at a b+tch’ll make‘em drop to their motherf+cka’ knees
yeah, stop all that bullsh+t and confront me
yeah, f+ck zn, ms, mm and jm!
your style is generic mine’s authentic made
i’ll roll like a renegade unique we negate
my techniques bizarre vanilla ice carving
like it’s a dare to l!ck some f+ckin’ p+ssies
k!ll you were a storm until i served you
like a bar and grill tt+the cookin’ grill
yeah that’s all it took to k!ll you
yeah that’s all it took to k!ll you
prepare for the flip, better stick your hand in your nose i might drown you with filth
or prefer to be served and severed with some f+ckin’ claws
pop pills to wake up
pop pills to stay asleep
pop pills to dull the mind
make the people sheep
wakeup motherf+ckers it’s time to let loose
the rg today, ain’t like the bull moose!
the party got sabotaged when you turned on me
hidin’ behind their motherf+cka’ phone screens like some motherf+cka’ f+ckin’ b+tches, they can’t confront me cause they’re nothin’ but p+ssies
ziad gettin’ paid to l!ck some f+ckin’ p+ssies
his parents won’t say a d+mn thing
cause that’s what they’ve been doin’ for a living
yeah, f+ck pauline, saïdé and saad!
your style is generic mine’s authentic made
i’ll roll like a renegade unique we negate
my techniques bizarre vanilla ice carving
like it’s dare to l!ck some f+ckin’ p+ssies
k!ll you were a storm until i served you
like a bar and grill tt+the cookin’ grill
yeah, that’s all it took to k!ll you!
so please, make like a plane and take the next trip away, far away from here, i don’t need to here your sh+t anymore, b+tch!
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