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rjldiablo – sausage*** lyrics

[chorus]
i’m feeling it up in the air, my b+tch a witch and she blair
f+ckin’ your wife and she bare, you say that i shoot you, ain’t there
all of my bullets in opps, you don’t know sh+t like my pops
b+tches look hot in their tops, shot 64 like the top of the pops
i ain’t never had no options, talkin’ sh+t and we pop him
whippin’ ’round in gotham, pull up to the london brothels

[post+chorus 1]
she f+cking with me and i can’t take no sh+t
acting up on your b+tch like brad pitt
she f+cking with me and i can’t take no sh+t
acting up on your b+tch like brad pitt

[verse 1]
this ain’t like my last sh+t
i saw your gun, now, b+tch, pass it
i took a l on my maths test
we was learnin’ ’bout the masses
my people gon’ shoot and we trappin’
james charles sees a 9+year old, goes to his house and claps him
i caught b+tches fappin’, i been hеre rappin’
stop saying you k!ll, b+tch, you cappin’
but if he want the beef, ovеrlap him
collars on collars, i feel like a dog
feeling so vicious, b+tch, i am on top
all of my bullets in opps
brain is so numb like your pops
these b+tches be fire in their tops
trap 64 like i’m on the top of the pops
they know who i be, i’m the cream of the crop
all of my sh+t be on all of your bops
f+ck all of these trends: stop doing the wap
all of my money be lookin’ like guap
spreadin’ this b+tch out like guac’
[chorus]
i’m feeling it up in the air, my b+tch a witch and she blair
(she wanna take off the crocs)
f+ckin’ your wife and she bare, you say that i shoot you, ain’t there
(60 years old; throwin’ rocks)
all of my bullets in opps, you don’t know sh+t like my pops
(c+ck a dude who’s rude like a c+ck)
b+tches look hot in their tops, shot 64 like the top of the pops
(time for the second verse, i better stop)
i ain’t never had no options, talkin’ sh+t and we pop him
(speed up the sh+t…)
whippin’ ’round in gotham, pull up to the london brothels
(and the sh+t ’boutta drop)

[post+chorus 2]
you wanna f+ck with the cool
my b+tch said i’m rusty like a tool
you wanna f+ck with the cool
my b+tch said i’m rusty like a tool

[verse 2]
every motherf+cker is a fool
time to show ’em all the rules
slap a motherf+cker ’cause i’m cruel
measure the d+ck wit’ a ruler
…

- rjldiablo lyrics

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