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prob mob – holy lols is a punk bitch lyrics

nadezhda spoken words

[asap camping]

who told holy lols that he’s allowed to fuckin rap now?
jugdish gotta tell him that his face looks like a sad clown
camping in the cut, holy lols better back down
and i got fox with me, bout to blow this blunt now

i’m really sick and tired of this turban wearing sad sack
smelling like a -ss crack, straight after a bad shat
lemme grab this big gat, lemme make his teeth crack
i wonder if he knows that ty beats ain’t even asap

white boy from louisville thinks he spits that hard shit
droopy d-ck, matter fact he be spittin goofy bricks
i don’t give a fuck about no lucky fucking devil b-tch
all i give a fuck about is stomping on your little d-ck

thinkin that he’s hot skeet, spitting bars with ty beats
ecto tell this bald boy his raps sound like dry queefs
ecto tell this street freak his breath smell like lunch meat
why the fuck this deadbeat buyin favs on lame tweets?

[asap ecto]

ecto’s on the track because i hate the fuckin rhymes, see
your hair looks twice my age but you look half my fuckin size, b
your bars are out of whack, man, so stop with all the rap, man
cause sofi v is here and i’m now munching on her gwack-a-maaaan
oh, i meant her guacamole
changing words to rhyme man that’s rookie shit my homie
l’ville’s very own, man, you’re chuggo with a hat
but, chuggs looks like a thumb and you look like a fuckin rat
this verse is almost done but there’s still more on the burner
when i p-ss the rock to jug and fox they’ll beat you like ike turner
‘pinion goin in, your name soft up in the tweets
lucky for you i saved two bars for your next track with ty beats:
i be that shitty mothafucka, kentucky’s what i’m reppin
and my hairline disappearin’ make me wanna get a weapon peace

[asap jugdish]

it’s jugdish
holy lols is a punk b-tch
skunk d-ck
too stinky not scrumptious
my posts are verbal viagra
my locks so lush make a pussy niagara
your head so bald make a pussy sahara
your d-ck’s limp spaghetti
you’re jealous of my shit like salieri
my tweets make stars like a favorite confetti
and you look like plank on ed, edd, & eddy
i rock hair ties and wayfarers
i keep my shit clean like the berenstein bears
holy lols motherfucker you on a thirsty scene tear
but the mars water is because there’s weed there

[asap fox]

i just want a pic-sso in mi casa
90 on the freeway and i’m smoking the rasta
holy, got your girl in the p-ssenger seat
take her back to my place then i’m up in her seat
call it burning a j, so yeah, trick or treat
got her screaming out loud with her face in a sheet
and yo i’m real faded so i gotta be blunt
holy lols, son you tryin’ to front
kentucky trust funder trying to act like you’re urban
and i gotta give props cause my man rocks the turban
but he’s up in the cut with the d-ld-s and leather
and like a night out with uni it’s explosions of feathers
but i don’t get your raps even if i’m really feeling em
you sound like cyprus hill on a couple tanks of helium
and while you reppin out this dominatrix fantasy
you’re tossin out weak rhymes about sophia v’s anatomy

i mean you no harm, and no disrespecting
but i can’t make fucking sense of what it is you’re projecting
you got candles and myrhh and cards of tarot
but, dogg, witch house got played out like three years ago
got the hop to the hex, got the hex to the hop
so now watch me flex like my name was mcwop
my squad is untouchable, my team is supreme
fill your ears with our words and your girl with our cream
and i think to myself as i walk through the night
isn’t there a rapper out already named j white?
so i’m lamping like -rs-nio in the park presidio
isn’t it a pity yo just waiting for your video
you’ve got the whole scene full of antic-p-tion
like me with your mom before her insemination
and while i got my squad out here rolling up in the trenches
you should regroup your crew and roll back to the benches

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