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dj dm - on my ga$ (feat. spasta pizza) كلمات الأغنية

[intro: dj dm]
yo
smokin’ on my gas
smokin’ on my gas
smokin’ on my gas
i slap your b-tch’s -ss
she suckin’ on my kn-b
i hit it with the fob

[verse 1: dj dm]
f-ck a b-tch real, real long
stick my d-ck, in her nose, yo
stick my d-ck in her motherf-ckin’ eardrums (yeah)
she like it slow, slow, slow, then fast
i’ma f-ck her outside on the f-cking gr-ss
i’ve got a condom full of my s-m-n
lick it up (mm!) taste like creamy in a tin, tin, mm
tastes like cream outta milk, milk
i’ma drink it up, f-ck your b-tch i still, still
she a mean b-tch, got a mean t-t lit
like a [?], [?] t-t, t-ts
i’ma slam that b-tch, on the, gr-ss
mm, slam the b-tch on the gr-ss
yeah
yeah

[verse 2: spasta pizza]
ayy bruh, we on that grind
we ain’t ever stopping bro
on that grind like a skateboard
non-stop, never stopping bro
you know what it is
ayy, ga-!

noi$y records!

[verse 3: dj dm]
little b-tch!
we comin’ for ya, y’know it!
we comin’ for ya little bootyhole!
you little g-y boy!
g-y boy!
little fetish g-y boy!
i know what you watch at night! [x2]
you little p-rnhub g-y boy, little boy
i’ma tear you apart, like your uncle teared apart your -ss…

[verse 4: dj dm]
here we go
you listen to my flow
tay-k, you’re a little b-tch
i’ma smack you up, with my yoza fists!
f-ck you, little g-y -ss h-m-
you probably had s-x with your f-cking elbow!
i wouldn’t be surprised if you went to a g-ybo store, looking for d-ld-s!
you’re so g-y, tay-k, everybody knows
your flows ain’t even that fire
my flows are fire, gonna make you dire
yeah, dire, for some f-ckin’ beats, hire
gonna hire me to do your beats and your song
’cause you don’t know how to sing along
your beats so trash
your beats sound like my motherf-cking nana’s -ss
when she [?], [?] on the couch
she’s so f-ckin’ old, wouldn’t be surprised
if she had dust comin’ out of her eyes
tay-k, you’re gonna die
i’ma hunt you down, with my 870 shotgun
lookin’ for your h-m- -ss, b-tch
ayy, we all know, we all know, we all know…
tay-k, don’t you remember?
in fifth grade, don’t you remember?
it was december, yeah i was there
you had s-x with a motherf-ckin’ deer
i watched you go into the forest naked
looking for your next subject

yeah f-ck you were the number one
but you’re not, i’m bringing you down
here we go…

[verse 5: dj dm]
rippin’ up, tearin’ up, tearin’ up yo streets
tay-k , you’re a little b-tch, you look like a beat
i’ma beat up your feet, and i beat up your face
you gon’ look like a disgrace, like [?]
you can’t do the race, ’cause you’re a little b-tch
got caught by the cops, now you’re in a…
cell getting fisted, by tyrone!
you dropped the soap, now you got no phone!
he took ya phone, and he took ya cash
now he’s gonna f-ck you every night in your -ss
he doesn’t give a sh-t if you scream
he doesn’t give a sh-t if you cry and bleed
he’ll f-ck ya once, he’ll f-ck ya twice
tyrone’s coming back for a three times, four times, nice

[outro]
you’re in jail man
what you gonna do? you’re in jail man!

- dj dm

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