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bddly - 300 lyrics

[part i]

[intro]
uh, yeah
uh (опять этот zeeroxx)

[verse 1]
i don’t give a f_ck, i don’t give a f_ck
i wanna choke him out, i wanna throw hands
punch a p_ssy in his mouth
stompin’ on his head until my feet hurt
shoot a p_ssy boy, i put a bullet in his t_shirt
run up, unexpected, infiltrate his home
give him broken bones
beat him bl__dy, leave a p_ssy in the dirt
he got bucked for his burqa
you sh_tty rappers got me worked up
get a lil’ better ‘fore you askin’ me to work, b_tch
he a pedo, get his throat slit
spit, blood, p_ss, mud and nut all up on my shirt
uppercut him in his gut, heavy hit
make it hurt
only carry heavy, so my bullet ’boutta hurt
shot him in his body, left that p_ssy in the dirt
f_ck around and cause another 9/11
dome his brain and send him straight up into hеaven
meet my fist, and then the dirt, and thе hot ass lead from my mac_11
boom, bullet to the gut, make him p_ss blood
what you know about a big gun?
p_ssy talkin’ like he got one
brought thirty rounds to his home, but it took one
[verse 2]
he get p_ssed on
p_ssy, p_ssy b_tch, i’m not afraid to put my fist on
talkin’ tough, but he get sh_t on
run up on him with the clip and he get dumped, b_tch
one_v_one me rust, so i can give that boy the f_ck, b_tch
ugh, b_tch, i might nut quick
aimin’ at your face, let it bust back
f_ck that, dumbass
f_ggot ass b_tch up on my n_ts_ck

[outro]
ahh, f_ck 112

[part ii]

[intro]
mud

[verse 3]
want beef, but he do not wanna go settle it
stomp his head and make that p_ssy begin to start regrettin’ it
talkin’ tough, then he is gettin’ hit
yeah, p_ssy b_tch get his sternum split
your music sh_t, so no one heard of it
i’m ’bout to hurt a b_tch
i got the glock, and it is aimed to p_ss
run up right on his block, i brought the laser, b_tch
bleed, suck my d_ck and nuts until i complete
huh? p_ssy boy talkin’ on twitter like i would not give him a nosebleed
f_ckin’ his face ’til i f_ckin’ complete
and i’m cuttin’ his throat so that he cannot scream
heard you been dissin’ me, p_ssy b_tch, well i’ve been listenin’
f_ck around and commit
suicide, i’ll take his life
shot that p_ssy b_tch in his face and watch him die
die, die, make him die
shot a p_ssy in his eye
do not f_ck with i
i’m on the block, b_tch, sellin’ apple pie, yeah
big bullet find its way into his b_tch
talkin’ sh_t ’cause i don’t f_ck with you
you actin’ like a b_tch
i’m a bad boy who’s stealin’ all his sh_t
b_tch, you irk me
got me worked up
choppa to his f_ckin’ face, it got him burned up
turn this sh_t up, p_ssy b_tch
it’s time to turn up
[outro]
uhh, this—, this sh_t song is over
it’s—, it’s over

[part iii]

[verse 4]
knock his head back
got too many drugs in my body like a lab rat
and i keep the gat, p_ssy, stay back
’boutta k!ll him for his cash app
didn’t see us ’cause we posted up in all black
saw his b_tch with the fake gucci purse, gotta sn_tch that
p_ssy talkin’ sh_t, but he is all that
put some d_ck up in his b_tch back
got her in my dm, think i’m badass
got no recognition ’cause he bad at everything he try his f_ckin’ hand at
p_ssy b_tch, b_tch_made, cut his f_ckin’ neck with a switchblade
they don’t like me ’cause i’m insane
stick a blade into that b_tch brain
leave me ‘lone unless you wanna catch fade, b_tch, ugh

[outro]
thank you for three hundred follower—

- bddly lyrics

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