Lyrics

Pink llama hoodie Like a mother fucking bitch Fuck with the squad We gown hit that lick Knife to her neck How she mother fucking breathing Cause my dick In her mouth Like she mother fucking teething And she best suck this nut or her life is deleted Getting hype eating pizza Word to fucking Cai Young Joe don't need no mother fucking features Probably cause I shaved their skin With a rusty knife Bullet in they temple Pray they gown sleep tight Swear I ain't mental Say it with the creep eyes Tripple fucking 6 Flip over you got three 9's 9 minus 6 now you faggots got three lives And you know we making heat When we over D Nai's Llama shit Got it tatted on my fucking leg Catch me fucking jacking it Screaming fuck the feds Guns with the roses We got flowers with the lead Nasty fucking Joe I ain't gown shower till I'm dead On my planet Making planet I ain't even plan it On my planet Making planet I ain't even plan it Lost control of my rocket Now I'm fucking crash landing Muffin man a band And a mother fucking bandit Had enough of your mouths Just fucking can it With the coke Or the Pepsi maxing What you use when that pussy acting On the streets and you know we active Crusin' down east it's the mother fucking gap kid Gap kid Uh Fat llama Bacon boys Fat llama Bacon boys Fat llama Bacon boys Fat llama Bacon boys Fat llama Bacon boys Fat llama Bacon boys Fat llama Bacon boys Fat llama Bacon boys
Writer(s): Joseph James Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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