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rjldiablo - experience lyrics

[intro]
ayo, ayo
yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
aye, aye, aye
aye aye aye, aye aye aye

[refrain]
cookin’ up good stuff
k!ll a motherf+cker like hood snuff
me and my b+tch caused a ruckus
the motherf+cking cops took us
to the warehouse, oh f+ck us

[verse 1]
you better walk out your crib, lil’ b+tch, get hit
she ain’t gon’ talk sh+t (bucka), so we better cut them tits
keep on cutting her until she says about her kids
nah, f+ck this ain’t no lil sea sh+t
that sh+t could leave the devil greavin’
which i do, why the f+ck you rapping ’bout incest, dude?
anyway what the f+ck, some motherf+ckеr stole our truck
it had “f+ck yamu, f+ck lukey, hate on both of thеm until tuesday”
they want beef? they too p+ssy
these motherf+ckers too fussy
wanna mess with this crew? he must be
very dusty

[pre+chorus]
to wanna mess with these f+ckers up on the signs
two, gonna k!ll ’em without the rhymes
three, gonna chop ’em and dice ’em just like some cheese
four, that’s all their music is, so for f+ck sake please
shut the f+ck up or you won’t be alive
five, on the time, gotta pack it up so just

[chorus]
gimme the keys, i’ll take you across the city with the gang
the 6d experience, girl this gon’ shake your knees
but not s+xually but ’cause you gon’ be stuck with these
motherf+ckers who drive reckless on the road
they gon’ pull on over and ask you as a ho’
can you suck our d+cks, whilst we race from the po+po
you better say yes, or you better go, go

[verse 2]
all you b+tches get hit, never want to get lit
wait, what the f+ck + i just dropped another track
most of y’all is wondering if i’m f+cking back
h+ll no i ain’t, i’m just here to catch a plaque
that sh+t got caught, like the motherf+cking rat
and my gat go rat+tat+tat
got my b+tch controlling me like f+cking ratatouille
i wake up in the hospital, what happened to me?
what the f+ck just happened? i was ‘tacking goonies
then i get run over by wayne roonie

[pre+chorus]
you wanna mess with the f+ckers up on the signs
two, gonna k!ll ’em without the rhymes
three, gonna chop ’em and dice ’em just like some cheese
four, that’s all their music is, so for f+ck sake please
shut the f+ck up or you won’t be alive
five, on the time, gotta pack it up so just

[refrain]
cookin’ up good stuff
k!ll a motherf+cker like hood snuff
me and my b+tch caused a ruckus
the motherf+cking cops took us
to the warehouse, oh f+ck us

[outro]
yee, yee
got the breezy, got the breezy
you wear yeezies, you wear yeezies
but i’m still with the jeebies

- rjldiablo lyrics

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