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riqo - megaman lyrics

flight 93 f-ggots flown
rest in peace to all the people 911 that are gone
loosen up like f-cked p-ssy
b-tch you is a real wussy
get that weed, break it down, chop it up until its bushy
b-tches ain’t shyt niqqa
15-1-11 niqqa
niqqas runnin round lookin all tacky and lil ratchet niqqa
f-ck you and yo b-tches niqqas
this goes to yo ugly hoes
put a bag around that bytch
suck my d-ck first cut a hole
b-tch you not a warrior
commonwealth that ain’t shyt
open yo mouth wen you sleep
gag you reel then take a p-ss
got yo girl face in my pants
she get sloppy beaver dam
put her -ss on mute then turn her up by the palm of my hand
all my bytches like it hard or soft call it now a later
send you up up in them clouds
float you down like elevators
f-ck the branches in yo family tree
snap em minutes later
yo bytch blew me time bomb
her mouth was the detonator
f.u niqqa
standing for f-ck up lil niqqa
and get yo bytch up off my d-ck before i choke her wit it
yea i no she like the taste b-tt get out my face
before i send you down the road wit a heavy load
yea i no its hard to leave but im beggin please
while i hit it from the front i am smoking a blunt
im on my stuart little status tryna get this cheese
tryna evade all these bytches all they do is tease, riqo

i am searchin for the green
call it guacamole
red in my veins
christmas flow you don’t no me
i got one hoe workin
and one hoe sleeppin
c-m all in her eye now my bytch straight peekin
i got h-lla f-ckin bytches choosin from a variety
had a special bytch you couldn’t see like a diary
f-ck yo girl twice then send her -ss on her way
all you gotta do get on yo knees if you wanna stay
hurricane shyt wet the hole party
ima f-ckin do me
f-ck the authority
f-cked the bytch and had her heart twisted origami
treat the d-ck like a balloon
yea this bytch is blowin me
i step back and see the f-ckin p-ss i my vary eyes
i don’t believe nun these bytches say
sinning is a lie
f-ck them f-ckin niqqas
and f-ck them f-ckin bytches
hit that bytch wit my bat
throw that p-ssy pitches
ima feen fa the green
use the green get the weed
smoke the weed till my splean come alive like a dream
i ain’t speakin im preachin
im preachin real life
preachin like the pastor do
sunday see the light
f-ck vodka im on that pennicle
f-ck sober feeling spiritual
its ok fa me to hit yo bytch and if you do mine ima finish you
n-gga thirsty fa my bytch had to replenish you

- riqo lyrics

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