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l.b.a. - you know it's us lyrics
lba b-tch and you know its us
you smell like sh-t
and you know you’re sus
drive-by
with a rainbow bus
breaking bad b-tch yeah i’m f-ckin’ gus
we about to cook
b-tch wash your hands
my name is couch
i got the most fans
banana clips
i’ll make you sh-t your pants
-blat blat-
i’mma shoot a cat
b-tch suck my sack
i’m a white guy
but my d-ck is black
i’m smoking crack
eric’s a b-tch, and that’s a fact
[verse 2: lord]
going crazy , i’m postal
poptarts in my pocket
i’ll toast ya’
lba n-ggas, we’re the murderous hounds
i’m on the throne b-tch with the diamond crowns
i’m out the window b-tch
screaming f-ck you
i tell elementary school kids to sniff glue
and you know what?
lba be the crew
and i look like sh-ggy from f-cking scooby doo
[verse 3: dj ragu]
we don’t f-ck b-tches, we just f-ck pretty women
trying to snort some c0ke, like it’s our mission
some people say i am what i eat
then you should call me p-ssy
because i eat jess foley’s mom like it’s a beat
souring up to the sky, with these tabs i just shoved up my -ss
they are hitting me really quickly like when i fill up my car with some gas
pop a molly i’m sweating
some people say i’m straight flexin’
they call me a regular waka flocka
because it’s just the sh-t that i’m reppin’
equipping my ak47 with a silencer, so i can rob a bank
and i’m gonna’ make that cash, so i can buy that dank
my n-gga harrison, on that battlefield 4
i’m gonna’ make that n-gga, drop to the floor
-brat brat brat brat-
gotta look for the cat
so i can play with p-ssy and l!ck the fat
your b-tch is all over my d-ck
because i got the greatest in all 7 seas
some people i’m a philosopher
i call myself a regular socrates
because when i hit that weed, i’m coming up with the greatest sh-t
i’m trynna’ to take a sh-t all over your kitchen table
you better let me f-ck your mom over the dreidel
she better be jewish because i love lockas
i’m about to follow my dreams with a bottle of vodka
checkers is what i’m reppin’ while im rolling through the intersection
you better not catch me when i equip the smith and weston
pop a molly i’m sweatin’
i got your b-tches p-ssy straight flexin’
d-ck so big, send your b-tch to heaven
then i blew up her house like 9-11
-brat brat brat-
oh sh-t someone just stole my hat !
now i’m mad, shooting all these n-ggas in the back
i just raped your baby’s mother
and your motha f-ckin’ cat
her -ss was so fat so i raped her on the wrestling mat
i f-cked that b-tch, now she has herpies
that’s what she gets for suckin’ my d-ck like a blueberry slurpee
you know it’s us, makin’ that beat wack
we poppin’ that p-ssy, gonna make you rub our sack
p.s eric an infidel
i’m gonna chop off his little tinkerbells
makeout with his mom under the mistletoe
she’s gonna’ suck on my big fat toe
oh !
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