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sugar cones - jojopump كلمات الأغنية

[chorus]
in the air shooting rockets k!lling f_ckers jojopump
big explosions dead bodies we pop yo dad bag it up
in the air shooting rockets k!lling f_ckers jojopump
big explosions dead bodies we pop yo dad bag it up

i heard my bullet and yo brain had a nice discussion
jojo pump you in the head that’s more than a concussion
now you in the fields it’s a perfect place for hunting
i’ll k!ll you daddy, mommy, uncles, sons, f_cking cousin
3rd gen f_ck up, i’m wasting my youth
funny tho yo b_tch choose me over you
bag and i get our guns and we spray through yo crew
dust you off with our brooms then fix you with tools
you mad cause i f_cked yo b_tch then i cut off her cl_t
so you could find it little b_tch
you’s a rodent with a stick
triple6 jojo sh_t jump jet shoot you quick
now yo brain is on cеment
i’m getting and getting up dеdene and we sparking up
mixing green with that arson and
k!lling b_tches for farcing i’m going la da da dadia
i don’t f_ck with a lot of ya
eyes red like i’m texas hamburger helper for breakfast
b_tch want my name on necklace and now
she knows she’ll leave neck less
and now i’m getting real reckless
i just stabbed a man sh_tless
left his body in open
so his kids will f_cking notice
and they’ll scream bl__dy murder knowing pop did it (pop)
[chorus]
in the air shooting rockets k!lling f_ckers jojopump
big explosions dead bodies we pop yo dad bag it up
in the air shooting rockets k!lling f_ckers jojopump
big explosions dead bodies we pop yo dad bag it up
in the air shooting rockets k!lling f_ckers jojopump
big explosions dead bodies we pop yo dad bag it up
in the air shooting rockets k!lling f_ckers jojopump
big explosions dead bodies we pop yo dad bag it up

alright
bones picked with the listerine it’s a misdemeanor
shallow cough we run from the cops and a dizzy shallow fever
frolic with the frogs slapping throats f_cking up every singer
catch these hands i’m throwing amputee arm parts up in the theater
b_tch don’t touch my sandwich you a cancerous care package
can’t even manage like the stress on jimmy fallon’s wrist
wrecked pothole neighborhoods more guns than little kids
buy more of them watch the rich swim like tuna fish
i make the moves on my own b_tch you gotta know
stars twisted in wonders into the van we gogh
i borrow my own money myself i get alone
my cells reaching up to sp_ce like girl grab a megaphone
i’m shallow and pedantic, the manic how can i manage
the panic of the bleeding wrists it’s often brandished
with famished cancer and canned baking soda its arm and hammer
take a gun put a cap in your head let god answer
[chorus]
in the air shooting rockets k!lling f_ckers jojopump
big explosions dead bodies we pop yo dad bag it up
in the air shooting rockets k!lling f_ckers jojopump
big explosions dead bodies we pop yo dad bag it up
in the air shooting rockets k!lling f_ckers jojopump
big explosions dead bodies we pop yo dad bag it up
in the air shooting rockets k!lling f_ckers jojopump
big explosions dead bodies we pop yo dad bag it up

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