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skyte - my singing monsters كلمات الأغنية

my singing monsters lyrics
[intro: skyte]
ayy, yuh, yuh, yuh, ayy
i gotta k!ll this goofy ass beat
ayy, this is freestyle time
bro, what the f_ck, bro, stop callin’ me, n_gga
(48 on the beat)
ayy, yuh, yuh

[verse 1: skyte]
i think i’m a dog, the way i walk around with b_tches
i might kiss yo mom, then tell that ho to do the dishes
we gon’ find a pond and make yo brother swim with fishes
what the f_ck you want lil’ n_gga? i be stackin’ digits
i ain’t with that sh_t, b_tch, i woke up mad today
she gon’ suck the d_ck, while you n_ggas m_st_rbate
and she swallow it, she said she like the aftertaste
i love when they hate, i like to make ’em back away
why you n_ggas p_ssy? y’all complaining like some b_tches do
yo b_tch at my crib, she worship me just like a ritual
no, i’m not the same, i am a different individual
just because i’m chill don’t mean a n_gga can’t get physical
ayy, hit ’em headshot, hang ’em, dreadlocks
steppin’ over bodies, think i got new red socks
talkin’ on his name, he finna cut his neck off
and i might beat it from the back until her f_ckin’ legs lock
and i might beat it on the bed, shot him now he dead
p_ssy n_gga tried to run and now, he missin’ legs
where i put his body? man, i hid it in my bed
went and robbed a p_ssy n_gga and i think his name was craig
man, these n_ggas actin’ goofy, money stretchin’ like it’s luffy
i got chopsticks everywhere, these n_ggas think i’m eatin’ sushi
play these b_tches, call of duty, i’ma k!ll a fit, like nudey
i don’t care how bad the b_tch is, i ain’t finna eat her coochie
all my n_ggas know we next up, p_ssy n_ggas flexed up
can’t wait till my n_ggas rich and whippin’ in a tesla
i can’t give you gas because we only smoke that pressure
all my n_ggas in the front, so all you n_ggas better catch up
[interlude: skyte & k!lldavyn]
umm, yeah
so, uh, now the next portion of the song will be passed on to my
good friend davyn
davyn, what do you have to say?
man, i hate these n_ggas, hold up, lemme talk my sh_t
ayy, ayy, okay

[verse 2: k!lldavyn]
uh, yeah, your shawty a treesh, uh
i don’t wanna f_ck your ho, because she for the streets, uh
i control yo b_tch, you know i’m walking with a leash, huh
and when she goin’ down, you know she finna have a feast
okay, like, grab the mac, pull up on a n_gga, shoot his habitat
grab the strap, and you should stay off mic ’cause you suck at rap
that’s a fact, you don’t know the difference between this and that
and [?], you should drop the mic and you should go sell crack
aight, yeah, i’ma get disrespectful on this sh_t
i hope you crash and it k!lls everybody in the whip
i hope yo dad come back with crack and od’s on that sh_t
and i hope yo dog falls in a hole and gets stuck in that sh_t
yeah, uh, yeah, ’cause a n_gga toxic
i might pull up to yo house and shoot you with a chopstick
told that b_tch to do the dance like [?]
and all my n_ggas run up in yo crib, like we mobbin’
ayy, and we pull up with the chopsticks
i don’t want that b_tch because that b_tch is too gothic, haha

- skyte

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