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pseudodemonio - freestyle 44 lyrics

3, 2, 1
(gotta blast)
into the stars…
to buy candy bars…
he’s the kid with a knack for inventions…
with a superpowered mind…
a mechanical canine…
+bark, bark+
he rescues the day from sure destruction…
(cosmos you made this)
this is the+

pseudodemonio & {cleo’s trademark}
came to the l in this b+tch in a nice uber
slide on this b+tch+ on my d+ck like this was a scooter
{pull up to the block 44 we looking for the shooters}
{yo’ b+tch hit my line, big titties like she work at hooters.}
running big steppers you get hit like you was a goomba
ratatouille lookin’ for the cheese man we eating ‘gooda.’

{bass+heavy audi q8 sh+t feel like a dream.}
{yo b+tch kinda sandy cheeks we bustin nuts can’t see the cream.}
look inside the window b+tch you gonna see two scopes and beams
feel like eyeamink the way i be up in them sheets and mean
{we still livin’ in poverty but totin’ knocks and sipping lean}
{pass me that muhf+ckin’ badass charger my sh+t bouta blink}
whippin’ crack up on the stove a hunnid dishes in my sink
cap my ass like i was doctor king speaking in dc
cleo’s trademark:
now i’m throwing up the +three+
keep my b+tches by the +two+
know i hit that b+tch once them i’m out like+
+gotta blast+

+instrumental & sample+

[pseudodemonio: outro]
assass+ nope, hold on

- pseudodemonio lyrics

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