Lyrics:
Woke up this morning feelin' bool and balm
Ain't have to drank no drank a niggas nerves was balm
Was it 'cause last night I had some bomb
She got
Woke up this morning feelin' bool and balm
Ain't have to drank no drank a niggas nerves was balm
Was it 'cause last night I had some bomb
She got
it's death before dishonor,
Never let you swallow me, no apologies, your honor,
A general in war, I'm the first to bomb,
With a squad of trusted killers,
köpte jag en gris, han blev en tizz (Japp times)
Han ville polla maj, men jag tar inget i göten
Så jag åt hans mammas frukt (Bomb)
De blir bomb, de
We all go a little mad sometimes. He just...goes a little mad sometimes.
Sick of gay, sick of gay, sick of gay puppets
Now I ping ping like I'm
Porsche! (Porsche)
We Gotta Load Some Sticks,
& Riffles, Bombs, & Trucks & Load Some More! (SomeMore) We Gotta Move Some Bricks
Some Qe's ,Some Half ,Some
gone have to sound the alarm
I’m blowin' up like a bomb
You know the shit that I’m on
Oms I’m where I belong
Niggas won’t call the police
But tell they
like I'm the commando
With You
You're the only bomb I run to
Let me be the ladder to your fence
They do me no harm with all their vexing
Let me be your
To the hyp-hyp-hyp-hyperpop beat
When you blow me up like a pipe bomb
I can be your S-E-X-Y doll
Wanna lick, lick, lick your liquid gold
In my dream, pipe dream, pipe dream,
I'm home from school, oh what a pain
Another day stuffed in a locker
As I'm being called gay
And all I need to decompress
A game of Call of Duty
So I
Calling up a bitch
Yeah I'm calling her on zoom (Bruh)
When I pull up on your bitch
It sounds like vroom vroom (Ay)
Balls are a bomb, cause they go
to lose my mind
Life's a ticking bomb
I'm running out of time
I can't even see the light
At the end of the tunnel
All I see is the pain
All I see is
smooth like on ya
Whole groove like hold-up, swol' up
Too many faggot niggas clockin' my spendin'
Exercisin' your gay-like minds like Richard Simmons
looked around and then we found
The man for you and me.
And now it's..
Springtime for Hitler and Germany
Deutschland is happy and gay
We're marching
back the coke or the cream
Or else, yo life is on the shelf, we mean this Frank
Them cats we fuckin wit put bombs in yo moms gas tank
Let's get this
headed my way
Get positive, try to be gay
News of the world,
Tea and biscuits in bed
The headlines said that Diana is dead
She couldn't act much
or the cream
Or else, yo' life is on the shelf
We mean this Frank
Them cats we fuckin' wit' put bombs in yo' moms gas tank
Let's get this money baby
They shady,
She think she gay
But its fake
Its just a phase
When you dont call them by their pronouns, you wont catch a break
Everyone be crying on the last day
however
My auntie became a man and I took pride in it
She wasn't gay, she ate pussy, and that was the difference
That's what I told my friends in second
pave the road to hell
What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?
What kind of father might hate his own daugther if she were gay
the war came along and someone dropped a bomb on the lot
And in this little yard, there's a little old man
With a little shovel in his little bitty hand
He
bombs
Plus we got guns that take off arms
Got .44 that shoot through doors and gets buck loads of the '84 (what?)
And like John Doe, hit ya city
Start
The fourth letter, "Slim, you're really startin' to upset me"
The fifth letter told me you were comin' to get me
The sixth letter, there's a bomb threat
more beef than a Islamic farm
So I pack enough sonic arms to neutralize atomic bombs
It's not a nigga in your gang want it
My AK slay gays, spray
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