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skittlez - the real lyrics

b-tch steal my name (ok)
steal my game f-ck that
you peace of sh-t go f-ck your daddy
but cruel people around me treated me badly
sh-t im angry ima get off my pill and get on your -ss
better spit your last rhyme gov cause it’ll be your last
suffocate you with a shopping bag
knock sittles out of your mouth you hag
im the real skittles you just a f-g
get the f-ck out of here you british f-ck
or ill run over you while you eatin t miccy d’s in a hummer truck
get the h-ll off of spittin’ f-g
like i said earlier your a b-tchin’ hag
with no friends and a british accent
i’ll choke you cut your wrist and cover you with cement
this is my game you better step off of it
brush your t–th first cause your spitting sh-t
get off of my d-ck you g-y -ss pr-ck
me and you ufc finish you with a dropkick
b-tches b-tch, bicker and sh-t, gettin’ no d-ck
yo,it’s mr.moderate,im smackin’ a b-tch with my pool stick
yeah i said it and your british accent makes me sick
i remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think
everybody judging off a single i ain’t even pick
you is just a groupie b-tch and groupie b-tch, no i am sick
sick of you i sneeze when i sniff febreze
turning over fairways, blocking airways, stopping stairways
tripping over you you lazy sh-t ima dingaling
and i am dead serious, b-tch i spit with embalming
write it in my leisure, i rather go shopping
like a virgin, cherry f-ggot, we could get it popping

- skittlez lyrics

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