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packgod - slow down (ishowspeed disstrack) كلمات الأغنية

[intro: ray charles, packgod]
hit the road jack, and dont’cha come back
no more, no more, no more, no more
hit the road jack (come on), and dont’cha come back (come on)
no more
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 1]
now i’m finna_gonna get up on this motherf_ckin’ crack_head streamer tryna scam his fans
b_tch call himself ishowspeed, stop tryna show us yo underpants
boy really got famous for barking at people and doing a fortnite dance
this dude let a crypto scam spread his assh0l_ open for a hundred grand
d_mn sellout
you failin’ to handle the disses i sh_ll out
boy tried to mic up with me in his v.c. till he started crying and got ran the h_ll out
ain’t n0body give a f_ck about, sui
gta stripper, you shakin’ yo’ booty
your facetimes with adin be gettin’ mad fruity
your music is more poorly written than luffy
b_tch, why you screamin’? it got yo’ fans creamin’
this man lookin’ like he’s possessed by a demon
you dated a man and could not even keep him
yo’ dad came on stream and then gave you a beatin’
wanna f_ck on ronaldo but can’t even meet him
can’t ever see him, your hopes getting blurry
barkin’ at sh_t, you a closeted furry
nappy ass hair, man, them dreads lookin’ dirty
bro lost the d_mn private jet to a high five
that is the saddest sh_t i’ve seen in my life
swear this b_tch think he the wolf off of twilight
playin’ with adin’s b_lls, nfl highlights
[bridge]
yeah, lil’ b_tch, now i’m switchin’ the beat up
look like pre_k when yo’ fans have a meetup (yeah)
get to the blazin’, this sh_t’s finna heat up (yeah)
how yo’ name speed but you strugglin’ to keep up?
know what, f_ck this sh_t, adin ross, now i’m on yo’ head
still owe me 3k from that talent show, b_tch

[verse 3]
i am not done with you
f_ck yo’ lil’ chat, you ain’t gettin no w’s
clout chasin’ friends, yeah, that’s why they all f_ck with you
sh_t’s gettin’ old man, we’ve all seen enough of you
all these girls on yo’ stream but not one gettin’ under you
it’s time you get checked, i ain’t talkin’ no elon
andrew tate’s d_ck only place that you be on
if bronny ain’t came to yo’ motherf_ckin’ life we all know that the sidewalk is where you would sleep on
flowin’ semi_automatic, put you in a packet
you a gamblin’ addict, fat, you look asthmatic
hoppin’ d_ck like a rabbit, this sh_t f_ckin’ tragic
you a little maggot, shut up, b_tch
yeah, like, how you 22 but lookin’ 38?
you scam yo’ fans, you makin’ millies off of stake
you sold yo’ soul to be they little f_ckin’ puppet
get a shirt and cover up your f_ckin’ gullet
yeah, beat him like a beatbox, b_tch i need a detox
adin got the top g gettin’ in his g_spot
runnin’ like some rebooks, gettin’ f_cked by zias
losin’ track of all the rappers that you’ve tried to beat off
[outro]
b_tch, b_tch, yeah, better get me my 3k
told him to run that sh_t back like a relay
entire comedic appeal is to be g_y
lately yo’ vids bombin’ harder than d_day
yo’ brain cells be harder to locate than ceeday
b_tch you is more of a sellout than ea
yo’ sister be playin’ with b_lls, call her, “d wade”
d_mn, she nasty
packgod, motherf_cker can’t catch me
you rollin’ on the d_ck, rick astley
spit fire but these b_tches can’t match me

- packgod

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