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kingdaddybutler - hatism lyrics

{verse 1}
you know i’m the best cuz’ all you ever do is wrong (yeah)
baby tells me stop but i keep tearin’ off that thong (yeah)
she say she a stan but she can’t even name a song (yeah)
countin’ all my racks you know my paper’s f-ckin’ long (yeah)
baby call me daddy, i just popped an addy
crashed the brand new caddy, cuz my racks keep adding (yeah)
only f-ckin baddies, f-ck you if you’re trashy
yeah your b-tch she smashed me, f-cked up in the backseat
thinkin’ ’bout my ex b-tch, she might be my next b-tch
i done gave her necklace, imma f-ck her senseless
put her in my mentions, hope there is no tension
(yuh aye uh yuh yuh aye)

(light yagami laughing)

(thraxx producer tag)

(aight let’s do this sh-t)

{chorus}
godzilla stompin’ out your home and sh-t
i’m in your crib take the lighter out your cabinet
spread the gas in the kitchen and ignite the sh-t
i just wanna watch the world burn over and over
hey kid, hey kid, hey kid face it
hey kid, hey kid, aim it, bang it
k!ll kids, hang kids, kingdacb k!ll sh-t
k!ll kids, hang kids, kingdacb k!ll sh-t

{verse 2}
peddle 100, i’m speedin’ you frontin’
i’m shootin’ you duckin’ now gimmie the safe
drinkin’ on 40’s i’m trashy you cl-ssy
you still get your -ss beat i still beat a case
suckin’ me, suckin’ me, all of you suckin’ me
i’ll k!ll your -ss for the fun of it (yeah)
f-ckin me’ f-ckin me, your b-tch is f-ckin me
i’ll still f-ck her -ss for the fun of it (yeah)
bodybag you street rat
diggin’ in your momma’s trash
send me facts, see me grab precision rifle with the strap
got the hammer like sniper gang 2,000 meters shoot your head
mississippi muddy drippy drug ’bout to grab the gat

- kingdaddybutler lyrics

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