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the anal boys – afterbirth lyrics

[intro]
the -n-l boys…are motherf-cking back

[verse 1] (yung c-ck)
yeah i’m hot as f-ck, let a b-tch know (b-tch know)
you the type of guy to have a vsco (vsco)
see me on the block with the pistol (sh-t bro!)
shoot ya man’s c-ck, now you p-ssed ho (uh oh)
[02’decent] 02’decent, b-tch, i don’t get enough props
[young runnah] young runnah gonna keep on runnin’ til his run stop
[yung c-ck] yung c-ck’s gun shots k!llin’ up some tough cops
keep on biting b-tches til’ their motherf-ckin’ lungs pop
tongue up in her bum and it be funner if her blood clots
[02’decent] one thot
[young runnah] one shot
[yung c-ck] now they’re none thots
got another dumb cop stoppin at the gun shop
b-tches can’t see us down there cause we’re up top
c-ck and runnah got run up on, k!lled them f-ckers, shot one of em and they mother, motherf-cker, introducing:

[verse 2] (young runnah)
young. runnah
i’ll say it one time for you losers in the corner
i’ma keep on climbing up the ladder(latter) from the former
oh your b-tch is taken by you? well i guess you should inform her
if you’re looking for the heat, look at me, getting warmer
what’s the deal? keep it trill
only buy, never sell
put myself through some h-ll
til’ young runnah make a mil
f-ck is up? don’t you f-ck
’round with me, i’ll hit yo gut
with my acp .45, gang, that’s the way i ride
young runnah back at it again
i’m f-cking your sister and then i’m f-cking her friend
ain’t worried about cash, i got racks to spend
and you don’t want no trouble, so please don’t apprehend
i c-ck the beretta, rockin’ your head yah
spray with the remington, you ain’t goin’ to heaven son
but neither am i, so see you in a minute
if you don’t wanna get shot just stay the f-ck out of my business
shootin’ threes, eyes closed, heavenly sh-t get your bibles
keeping my cash in a silo, saving money call me geico
spitting fire like a pyro, this sh-t is orginial, my own
i’m a giant, fe fi fo, b-tch im crazy i’m a psycho

[verse 3] (02’decent)
divin’ in the p-ssy, gonna need that scuba
then attack that sh-t like a f-ckin’ barracuda
don’t like my sh-t? i just might shoot ya
these bullet holes go right straight right through ya
i be sellin’ them rocks like yabba dabba dooba
then i’m gettin’ that cheese, lookin’ like straight gouda
this wallet gettin’ fatter lookin’ like fat buddha
gonna go run away and go f-ckin’ live in bermuda
got the ak on my side
praying for ya life
motherf-cker wanna die
please tell me why
see you on the other side my f-ckin’ guy
money lookin’ longer than f-ckin’ pi
oh my god, i’m a f-ckin’ savage
that bad b-tch, she eat that cabbage
you know that p-ssy i will f-ckin’ ravage
then toss her away cause i don’t like f-ckin’ baggage
(gunshot)

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