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pseudodemonio - freestyle 44 lyrics

3, 2, 1
(gotta blast)
into the stars…
to buy candy bars…
he’s the kid with a knack for inventions…
with a superpowered mind…
a mechanical canine…
_bark, bark_
he rescues the day from sure destruction…
(cosmos you made this)
this is the_

pseudodemonio & {cleo’s trademark}
came to the l in this b_tch in a nice uber
slide on this b_tch_ on my d_ck like this was a scooter
{pull up to the block 44 we looking for the shooters}
{yo’ b_tch hit my line, big titties like she work at hooters.}
running big steppers you get hit like you was a goomba
ratatouille lookin’ for the cheese man we eating ‘gooda.’

{bass_heavy audi q8 sh_t feel like a dream.}
{yo b_tch kinda sandy cheeks we bustin nuts can’t see the cream.}
look inside the window b_tch you gonna see two scopes and beams
feel like eyeamink the way i be up in them sheets and mean
{we still livin’ in poverty but totin’ knocks and sipping lean}
{pass me that muhf_ckin’ badass charger my sh_t bouta blink}
whippin’ crack up on the stove a hunnid dishes in my sink
cap my ass like i was doctor king speaking in dc
cleo’s trademark:
now i’m throwing up the _three_
keep my b_tches by the _two_
know i hit that b_tch once them i’m out like_
_gotta blast_

_instrumental & sample_

[pseudodemonio: outro]
assass_ nope, hold on

- pseudodemonio

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