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camboi smif – word smif كلمات اغاني

hold up, b-tch
lemme transcend right quick
gimme 20 minutes, so dat
i can get spry again
clear my mind, since
i been sh-ttin inside of it
it’s why my nightmares is
gettin so frightenin’
like when richard spencer
was climbin’ on my d-ck
shiftin’ his hind end, tryna
slide it inside’a him
he thought he was my friend
and i was alt-right’n sh-t
till i columbined whitefish’n
all that it rhymes with, cuz
i do not like him, or
any kinda supremacist
i don’t like guys who don’t
listen to primus’n
sip wine, from
betwixt they v-g-n- lips
n i don’t like dyk-s if
they not willin’ to try a d-ck
i don’t like kids, who
hide spliffs behind’em, when
i drive by in my whip, just
dyin for a hit, as
if they give a p-ss that
i’m tryin’ to quit, like
i don’t possess a papaya
das designed for dis sh-t
which i might lift, out
n siphon a hit
or six, get ripped’n
then cry for a bit, cuz
my life is sh-t, since
i’m tryin’ to find a b-tch
who loves to suck d-ck’n
doesn’t know what diamond is
you dumb f-ckas is blood
suckas’n you become c-m
guttas when you b-tt f-ckin
up in da fudd ruckas
y’all some bugs duck’n
yosemite fudd lovas’n
ya young brudda got dat
porky da pig studda
butcha big brudda, always
l!ckin da d-ck b-tta, i
busted da f-ck up in da
c-nt of ya b-tch m-th-, when
she’s gettin’ her t-ts covered
not by my jizz, but da
hunnits’a suppas i had in my
b-tt from da last six summas
y’all lil rappers is spittin’
some sh-t muttered’n
should annunciate, so
dat y’all could get understood
appropriation?
b-tch, l!ck my soapy -n-s
have you seen me lately, baby?
clearly i am from the hood
i’m so f-ckin good at
rappin’ thatchu sad f-ggots
is clappin’ for all da tracks
after i master dem, then
enact a transaction, for
a cd’n have it on repeat
in ya kia for three weeks’n
then bash ya fists
in the disc tray
cuz you mad at it
dat is cuz all’a my talent
make you feel like a sack’a sh-t
i beat ya -ss up’n down
da street, on some savage sh-t
decapitate sit on ya shoulders
n blow a m-ssive sh-t
down ya back, as
i laugh’n jack my d-ck
to ya limp body’n wallet
copy of ya kid’s pic
get on kid pix
use the pen to draw big d-cks
go over to ya home to
show them kids
how to draw them d-cks
with that there kid pix
n under six minutes, i
get l!cked d-ck, but
don’t be remiss, it’s
not by one’a da kids
it’s just by ya wife’n sister
right in front of the kids, b-tch
i’m a word smif
i spit the perfectest verses
steppin to me is alien
versus a person, yo
you malnourished’n
you smell like showered in
the foul urine of the most homeless
person in the town you’re in
my -ss is fat, from
mackin’ on cooked koi
i’mma give it a smack, through
the back’a my corduroys
say i gotta good voice’n
rap over good noise, but
lmao if you thankin’ my -ss’ll
ever be dat of a good boi

- camboi smif

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