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dumbfoundead - hit and run كلمات الأغنية

[intro: dumbfoundead]
hair blue, sailor moon

[verse 1: dumbfoundead]
hair blue, sailor moon
i p-ss the j like an heirloom
she anime, she hentai
my tentacles on a [?]
rejects out of art school
the seat’s wet that’s a carpool
ran through the reds like marlboros
met a b-tch, got me hard like gargoyles
hunted mouse running through the avenues
crazy like a motherf-cking animal
dashboard crashing up an adderall
ran through the 3-6 catalogue
swoop another jones, knocking over cones
flipping off the pigs, f-ck em, don’t trust em
knocking over drugs, gotta text the plug
kicking out the b-tch, bust it or bus it

[hook: nocando, -dumbfoundead-]
-hit (hit), run-
they always think we up to something
-hit (hit), run-
most likely ’cause we up to something
-hit (hit), run-
i’m out here living my life
staying out of mind out of sight
but they try to f-ck my right of way
-hit (hit), run-
running red lights on a suicide mission
-hit (hit), run-
i swear the universe is on my side
-hit (hit), run-
if it ain’t b-tches up in this hop out of my ride
pull up on the devil and look in his eyes
i been down this road

[verse 2: dumbfoundead]
road head from a lohan
gotta [?] up, white girl, gotta [?] with the birds
love from the ‘burbs, xans in the purse
using every bit of trust fund from my parents
f-ck what you heard, my d-ck [?]
got 5 stars and it’s own championship belt
[?] since the bottom of the bill
got a pretty little thing in my automobile
god take control of the wheel
starting to feel all the pills, i need to chill
feel like a new hundred bill
roll it up into a straw
who tryna’ chill
i keep my cash in an urn
cause i got money to burn, y’all need to learn
they call me dummy come fix up the [?]
put enemy’s heads on the curbs

[verse 2: nocando]
my ex got a name of the [?]
make a new man sick like some bad bacteria
beatin’ on the table [?]
20 years later i’m a world cl-ss n-gg-
going for a [?]
[?] no regards
to your motherf-ckin’ feelings are a stoplight
black lives never mattered f-ckin’ cops right? (right?)
hit and run like a [?] immigrant
not sure if that’s dumb or that’s ignorant
not sure if i’m dumb or ambivalent
done where i thought my insurance is
i smell like p-ssy and whiskey and cigarettes
it’s a hit and run, baby no girlfriend experience

[outro: dumbfoundead]
hit (hit), run [x4]

- dumbfoundead

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