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bondi – real rap people! كلمات اغاني

[verse 1: bondi]
i just be hittin’ my plug, b_tch, i’m a fiend for those drugs
step out the way or you gettin’ punched, bi_
you can just eat my fist, bi_ [?] get off my d_ck, bi_
all you motherf_ckers npcs, swear that you a gli_
i don’t give a f_ck, go slit those wrists
i don’t wanna hear that sh_t, go suck my d_ck, yeah
if you talk sh_t, you can catch this gl!ck
don’t play around, you can catch our clique
all these trap metal artists want all up in my hips
but i don’t really f_ck with pedos, so you can catch this gl!ck (k!ll yourself)

[verse 2: swagdisease]
and i been steppin’, got some dollars in my wallet
i might go load up the nine go out and stash it in my pocket
i’ma big steppin’ on the block, i’m been shootin’ put in shock
i got 100s, i got .50s, put on lock
and i don’t want to have to see him again
red dot aimin’ right at his head
i pull the trigger and i watch him drop dead
when he see me got his eyes fillin’ with lеad

[verse 3: vilitile sludge]
i’m locked and loaded, ready to shoot somе f_cking b_tches
stop tweaking mothaf_cker, you on some f_ckin’ weird sh_t
got a bullet with yo’ name on it, send it to the receiver
i got so much money, i am counting all this green paper
get a gun and spray the f_cking place down
gonna get a noise complaint ’cause we too f_cking loud
they just hatin’, motherf_ckers just don’t like the sound
yeah, we’re gonna hide your body, you will never be found
[verse 4: waryy]
yeah, i got a bag and i got a million
b_tch, i got racks on a scale reptilian
i am a skinwalker, i’ma skin a man (yeah)
b_tch, i feel like craig, i’ll chop you up i got knives out
how much weed you want? just i half ounce, this a countdown (yeah)
i’m gonna blow out her back so fast, she pass away
b_tch, i’m making these stacks like bats
she screamin’ out “oh!” and i’m just like “okay.” (b_tch)
i’ma stab him in the eye, yeah, yeah
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
b_tch, i’m waryy and my motherf_cking voice hurt
if that boy gon’ talk, yeah, you know i cum first (yeah)

[interlude: waryy]
stop the beat, bro, i can’t do this no more

[verse 5: craiggussi]
where do i stop?
i got them running til’ their bodies drop
scared of a future where i am on top
i sound like bondi, but i know i’m not
judging my circle, but you can’t aim shots
you can fight me, rock ’em
pull up with intention, but won’t pop one
honest for your safety shouldn’t pull up while i’m mopping
see a situation, i won’t hesitate to save me
do this for myself, there is nothing that can phase me
[verse 6: overwxrld]
aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
all you p_ssies on my d_ck, i pull up and i empty clip
d_ck down that f_ckin b_tch and then i rub up on her cl_t
all you p_ssies on my d_ck, i pull up and i empty clip
d_ck down that f_ckin b_tch and then i rub up on her cl_t
p_ss monkey b_tt, uh, gl!ck, gl!ck, pow!
wake up in the morning and i just scream “blah!”
b_tch ask me to f_ck around, i said “yeah!”
wake up in the morning and i just scream “blah!”
b_tch ask me to f_ck around, i said “yeah!”

[verse 7: murasaki]
rip his guts out, i tie it like an animal balloon
trying run my fade up, lil bro, i don’t even know you
finna cut your face, yeah, yo’ b_tch gon’ give me brain, uh
drinking all your blood, it tastes just like strawberry
i love strawberries, i love strawberries!
i love strawberries, i love strawberries!
i love strawberries, i love strawberries!
i love strawberries, i love strawberries!

- bondi

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