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rivr persn - dumbasses! lyrics

[verse 1: rivr persn]
dumbass b+tch
i might f+cking shoot yo kids
with a glock 22
then i point that sh+t at you
f+ck yo momma
i’m blowing like osama
i gotta big gun
like a motherf+cking farmer
you already know i’m dripped out in these ices
me and the whole gang blow up like this isis
do not p+ss me off i might cause a f+cking crisis
i’m rapping like i’m juice cuz i’m way too f+cking righteous
they all call me rivr persn but in fact i’m the goat
you don’t know nothing bout me, i am like a hoax
you talking like a b+tch and you talking like a rat
your whole personality sh+tty like it’s scat
go back to your room for another f+cking fap
i can’t f+cking pass the h+rny kids my ass too f+cking fat
they’ll all jump on me like group of f+cking cats
if you talking sh+t i will put you in a cast
if you lying on my name i will slap you to the past

[verse 2: lil mim$]
spitting on yo b+tch
cuz i do not give a sh+t about her
gripping on my gun
smoke my blunt till i’m f+cking higher
having fun making slung
you know you a dumbass b+tch on a f+cking wire
i’m sеlling all these children for wеll over a f+cking dollar
gimme all yo money, i like cash and good forest fires
why you dissin rivr for a word, you a f+cking clown
when i hear yo music all hear is a sh+tty sound
you needa quit and go die in the f+cking ground
you talking lota sh+t for dumbass and you looking down
probably cuz i’m better than you, stealing all the sh+t i found
dumbass
dumbass
spitting on yo b+tch
cuz i do not give a sh+t about her
gripping on my gun
smoke my blunt till i’m f+cking higher
having fun making slung
you know you a dumbass b+tch on a f+cking wire
i’m selling all these children
[verse 3: eatthen!]
ich habe riemen, ich werde nie wieder zurücklaufen
rauchen auf deinem rucksack mit waffen, ich werde nicht boxen
ich rauche dein homies+pack, sie drehen sich nicht zurück
bullets hit yo homies back watch him droppin that boy a buffoon
like
f+ck all yo homies im smokin they pack
when i hop on the track they all know where it’s at
see a mirror i fap feelin bad issa fact
shed a tear when i’m sad i be sat on my ass
vada she wah ni hongo hanashe
tengi okie te kaideh e+mas
nah+pou okie+deki san te
vada she wah onou who
teidou
who are you?
okay i’m bendin the beat like her backend
sendin a slap then i’m tappin a f+ggot
i’m actin brandish what’s in my bag?
that boy get dropped if he wantin the static
way that we actin we be dumbasses
i’m on my own sh+t, i beat the masses
not off the dome but i be writin facts
and i’m choppin a rapper i’m swingin a axe

[verse 4: hoka kid]
[?]
[verse 5: dhk perk]
thottie on my lap, b+tch
that hoe twistin’, do a backflip
on a [?] yeah, i go batsh+t
that yo’ thot? she lookin’ [?]
dressin’ dumb, you look like f+ggots
you got a [?] you f+ck a fat b+tch
on a block, never [?]
pull up, pistol, pack it
pop a [?] i’m in her gut
big ass b+tch, i smack her b+tt
talkin’ when i’m talkin’, b+tch?
breezy how i knock a b+tch
[?] thot gon’ suck the tip
deep girl, for my f+ckin’ sh+t
ugh, ayy, b+tch, i put my d+ck up in her mouth
and now she talkin’ with a lisp
(um, you already said that in a song)
(shut the f+ck up, b+tch)
[?] in my pocket, b+tch
i’m walking wit’ a [?]
(bro, you don’t gotta cap)
(bro, i said shut the f+ck up, b+tch)
ayy, b+tch
[?] in my pocket
b+tch, i’m smoking on that za’
ayy, little asian b+tch, i gonna get that booty tapped
i’ma bust up on her face, and then i take a f+cking nap
talkin’ that sh+t? pull up and do it
i got your b+tch in the back and we screwin’
lil’ b+tch gon’ thot, b+tch gon’ sl+t
that b+tch gon’ swallow up my nut
that b+tch a wh0re, i call her big b+tt
talkin’ sh+t? that’s a big [?]
fat b+tch need a big [?]
tired of p+ssy, it can’t d+ck ride
hop on this b+tch, i got my glock
i got four bullets, i aim at his top
i pop his head, it pop like gushers
a big ol’ thottie, i might f+ck her
thick b+tch, she gon’ ride
bust a [?] on her eye
certified gang member, i might slide
slip, slide, wait—
hop on these b+tches, she stroke on my d+ck
mouth in the tip
i don’t know what the f+ck—
[outro, rivr persn, mim$, eathhen, hoka kid, dhk perk]
yeah, this is literally the end of the f+ckin’ beat, i guess, yeah
yipee, bye guys
i love you, i—, mwah+mwah+mwah
[?]

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