Yuh, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm off the acid, oh no
Cris Dinero on the track
Haha, haha, haha, ooh, ooh
[Chorus: KiD TRUNKS]
Bitch, I came to kill, on my momma
Pussy boy talk 'til I hit him with a llama
That bitch don't understand
When she just don't want no drama
That baby mama, drama
I don't wanna talk about it
Bitch I came to kill, on my momma
Pussy boy talk 'til I hit him with a llama
That bitch don't understand
When she just don't want no drama
That baby mama, drama
I don't wanna talk about it
[Verse 1: Bass Santana]
Ayy, fuck nigga chill
You don't want it
Eat 'em up, right
Show me my opponent
I got that blade for him
If he think he runnin'
Real badman ting
With a little bit of weed
Smoke good, bitch bunny
Who got that bass?
Uh, dick all up in her stomach
I'll fuck your bitch, but you can die if you look at my women
My soul is bloody
Dead bodies runnin'
Red rum is koming
The devil's huntin'
Hold on, wait
Hell on earth
Tryna keep my dick up out the dirt
Put a motherfucker in a herase
That's six feet first, hearse, family curse
Had me locked up in the worst
From since my birth
[Verse 2: KiD TRUNKS]
What am I worth?
Bitch, a perfection of words
And it cost more than your purse
Fuck nigga, get on my nerves
Your little bitch she a perv
She pop from the perc, and she fuck
Yo bitch she gobble my nut
She sucking my dick, and it (uh, uh, ooh)
Wait, she like the way that i taste
I like to fuck her on camera
She's like "Ok!"
Kill, kill, kill, wait!
Kill, kill, kill, wait!
[Chorus: KiD TRUNKS]
Bitch, I came to kill, on my momma
Pussy boy talk 'til I hit him with a llama
That bitch don't understand
When she just don't want no drama
That baby mama, drama
I don't wanna talk about it
Bitch I came to kill, on my momma
Pussy boy talk 'til I hit him with a llama
That bitch don't understand
When she just don't want no drama
That baby mama, drama
I don't wanna talk about it
[Intro: KiD TRUNKS] Yuh, you know what I'm sayin'? I'm off the acid, oh no Cris Dinero on the track Haha, haha, haha, ooh, ooh [Chorus: KiD TRUNKS] Bitch, I came to kill, on my momma Pussy boy talk 'til I hit him with a llama That bitch don't understand When she just don't want no drama That baby mama, drama I don't wanna talk about it Bitch I came to kill, on my momma Pussy boy talk 'til I hit him with a llama That bitch don't understand When she just don't want no drama That baby mama, drama I don't wanna talk about it [Verse 1: Bass Santana] Ayy, fuck nigga chill You don't want it Eat 'em up, right Show me my opponent I got that blade for him If he think he runnin' Real badman ting With a little bit of weed Smoke good, bitch bunny Who got that bass? Uh, dick all up in her stomach I'll fuck your bitch, but you can die if you look at my women My soul is bloody Dead bodies runnin' Red rum is koming The devil's huntin' Hold on, wait Hell on earth Tryna keep my dick up out the dirt Put a motherfucker in a herase That's six feet first, hearse, family curse Had me locked up in the worst From since my birth [Verse 2: KiD TRUNKS] What am I worth? Bitch, a perfection of words And it cost more than your purse Fuck nigga, get on my nerves Your little bitch she a perv She pop from the perc, and she fuck Yo bitch she gobble my nut She sucking my dick, and it (uh, uh, ooh) Wait, she like the way that i taste I like to fuck her on camera She's like "Ok!" Kill, kill, kill, wait! Kill, kill, kill, wait! [Chorus: KiD TRUNKS] Bitch, I came to kill, on my momma Pussy boy talk 'til I hit him with a llama That bitch don't understand When she just don't want no drama That baby mama, drama I don't wanna talk about it Bitch I came to kill, on my momma Pussy boy talk 'til I hit him with a llama That bitch don't understand When she just don't want no drama That baby mama, drama I don't wanna talk about it Explain Request ×
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