victosity raw - you coked out bitches lyrics
b+tch be hating on me she don’t know what f+ck off means
when i’m walking down the hallway she be shaking like a leaf
you can suck on my d+ck but i don’t want that filthy sh+t
yo, empty every clip on that nasty f+cking trick
b+tch i don’t f+cking care about your stinky f+cking hair
looking very plain, serving orders all the same
since when the f+ck you thought, you could interrupt me
b+tch i would go off like a mother f+cking g
b+tch i would saw off your front f+cking t++th
your arms off, then drop off and pop off some lasagna
b+tch you not rocking, i pop off with sriracha
stupid coked out b+tch, look at those saggy tits
c+ck it and pull it, and hit it like a piñata
a speeding pretty bullet, some dirty carne asada
12 magazines for the whole f+cking family
don’t f+ck with a g, b+tch, you can’t f+cking stand me
already, rambling, happening, since i been, standing, i win, god d+mn, you’rе the saddest thing
tramp i tramp on you like a trampolinе do
you can suck on my doo+doo and my ding+a+ling to
i ain’t got no feelings for the b+tch that i’m k!lling
f+ck your whole family and your unborn children
never thought i was, on top of, the towers
got super powers, this woman i devour
she’s feeling very sour, i’m k!lling every hour
looking really rusty her p+ssy must be musty
shushing me there’s no shushing
this beast is released, deceased for several weeks
i do not f+cking breath
b+tch you not rocking, i pop off with sriracha
stupid coked out b+tch, look at those saggy tits
c+ck it and pull it, and hit it like a piñata
a speeding pretty bullet, some dirty carne asada
12 magazines for the whole f+cking family
don’t f+ck with a g, b+tch, you can’t f+cking stand me
already, rambling, happening, since i been, standing, i win, god d+mn, you’re the saddest thing
b+tch i will slap the sh+t off of your face
don’t come at me with children sh+t i’ll put you in your place
i’m a laser machine, firing hot plasma beams
seeping through your ceilings, your limbs are tingling
hyper lazy music don’t f+ck with me b+tch
ammunition equipment and i do f+cking use it
i deal with heavy damage f+ck up your english with my spanish
make it sweet and creamy like a delicious danish
i’m popping brains with my venom that i’m f+cking spitting
if you want to collab with someone in the lab
b+tch you not rocking, i pop off with sriracha
stupid coked out b+tch, look at those saggy tits
c+ck it and pull it, and hit it like a piñata
a speeding pretty bullet, some dirty carne asada
12 magazines for the whole f+cking family
don’t f+ck with a g, b+tch, you can’t f+cking stand me
already, rambling, happening, since i been, standing, i win, god d+mn, you’re the saddest thing
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