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red babies ★ - missle lyrics

[verse 1: red babies]
picture me punching these pretty p+ssies in the face with my pistol
run up on me you get hit with a missle, blow on my like a whistle
she makin’ it tickle, i dance with the devil, his dance tho’ is simple
pop off like hot rocks or your mom when hotboxin’ the car
i give no love to a broad, i need a twelve car garage
how did that b+tch take a job? run this sh+t like a job
runnin’ this sh+t like a jog, knock off his top, made his head spin like
a top
wipe up the blood witha’ mop, i keep a d+ck and a glock, she gotta’
start with a squat, if i say doodle she bop, (yah, d+mn!)
suck on my d+ck with no hands, she throw it back, rubber band
i’m in a band, it’s like that, all of my fans
i’ll nara clip in your mans, i wear the same f+ckin’ vans!
her p+ssy b+tter pecan, if he don’t understand
just know i can do what you can’t!
to me you just look like an ant!
i don’t breath, i don’t pant
i’m perkin’ up quick when i’m off a xan
i need my money advance, now you see j
when my bands make her dance(huh?)
work it then lock up, buy out this b+tch offa’ muhf+ckin’ oppa’
i am so vulgar, i am a doctor of death, i like to k!ll babies father’s
all of these b+tches are robots, somethin’ like goddard
he hit the feet like it f+ck up his charger
run up a check, get another, eyebagsh+tonly my brothers!
i’m bout’ to f+ck up the summer f+ck by the bummer, i f+ck that b+tch in a hummer
i giver her thunder, douse it in lightning
i let it condensate, made the [?]
watch it precipitate, (ayy, yuh)
she gon’ partic+p+te, then she gon’ dissipate, never ate dinner plate(yuh)

- red babies ★ lyrics

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