yung nutbag – fuck ava (ft. htn buttsniffr, yung nutsweat) lyrics
(yung nutbag)
f+ck you ava
where’s jonathan b+tch? he’s dead
f+150 ford just hit him in the head
head on the pavement yeah his skull bled
kidnap your f+cking friend and then i’ll fill her with led
b+tch n0body raped you little wh0re
put your friend in my closet and lock the f+cking door
your brother went to sleep that n+gga did a snore
cut your body up then put your guts in a drawer
hit him with a truck and i snap his f+cking bones
when your brother f+cking died you could hear his f+cking groans
n+gga should’ve ran like indiana jones
couldn’t hear you say my name through all of the moans
remember f+cking in the circle k?
b+tch we were in the bathroom doing +n+l play
your brother look like urkel he looks real f+cking g+y
had you covering my shoes with your f+cking squirt spray
ava you couldn’t even make me cum
my d+ck couldn’t fit it’s small as a thumb
that proves your a virgin got f+cked in the bum
std’s is what my d+cks become
(htn b+ttsniffr)
ayo, f+ck ava
f+150 and i’ll make him go flying
laugh my ass off while he is dying
you’re a p+ssy for crying
ava a b+tch that’s why she is lying
he’s bleeding on the asphalt
hit by a truck that’s his dumb ass fault
hit by a ford what a p+ssy
from his head the blood is gushing
this p i am pushing
his brain soft like pudding
[get it ’cause he got hit by a truck]
he’s in the grave ’cause he’s lame
f+ck that n+gga don’t even know his name
your brother dead while i’m getting fame
you should be raped if you make a false rape claim
[ayo this is all a joke, ya’know for legal purposes of course i don’t mean any of this. this is just a diss]
f+ck you b+tch you put my n+gga in jail
ugly b+tch are you sure you aren’t male
ugly ass b+tch i’ll put a bomb in your mail
pull out the bl!cky make you go pale
down syndrome ass b+tch
i’ll put you in a ditch
i’ll bring the glock with the switch
i hate women and i’m gonna lynch
[b+tch i’m s+xist]
pull out the chrome then i put it to your dome
i’ll send you home feed you cyanide ’til i see foam
nappy ass hair b+tch just use a comb
[get it ’cause you’re a f+cking mess]
r+t+rded ass b+tch you’re a mistake
i’m glad your brother is in a grave
put you in my bas+m+nt you my slave
if you were epileptic i’d take you to a rave
hide your body in a cave
steel toe boot to your skull i’ll make you concave
[i’m about this b+tch, uhm f+ck you ava]
(yung nutsweat)
so i heard this stupid b+tch named ava right
she got my homeboy into some trouble for nothing
something he ain’t even do, i mean shes a woman and all
b+tch go wash my dishes bruh, f+ck out of here
you stupid as f+ck for claiming some sh+t
i know my boy chris ain’t go raping a b+tch
you smelling like fish
you b+tt hurt little b+tch
false claiming and lying and sh+t
if he did all that sh+t where’s the evidence?
b+tch where the proof at you ain’t got sh+t on him b+tch
oh sh+t what’s that up in the room
smoking on jonathan your brother a dead b+tch
pulling up to k!ll you right next b+tch
your block is gon’ get spinned
loading up the .22
that’s all i need to blow your brains out
hittin’ the sting then go and tie nutbag a noose
’bout to hop in the classic white van
original dirty dan
[aright i’m out i’m done. oh sh+t that’s not the end?]
f+ck your dead brother ‘lil b+tch get your l!ck back
me and yung nutbag pulling up to start some sh+t
nah we ain’t gonna start we ‘gon finish it
fatality in this b+tch
f+ck 12 and f+ck all ’em pigs
ay rolling up ava up in this b+tch
sh+t like a backwood
take that sh+t to the face
that’s like ava when she meets her death days
{smoking on jonathan, b+tch.]
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