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the av klub - wagyu like كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: on god]
i’m reckless when i wreck sh_t
yo girl p_ssy?
yeah i wrecked it (aye)
have her laid back doing stretches
when i’m done, onto the next b_tch
i been on my vet sh_t
check my resumé, i’m next b_tch
everything that i needed, i cross it off my checklist (woo!)
see ya runnin’ ‘round the island like y’all headless
i just pop off on the low, some over the head sh_t
smack ‘em so hard with the bass that they gon’ need packs of the med kit
catch ‘em slippin’ on a dead end
i woke up on the wrong side of the bed
turn that interior red, sh_t
big boto, hang low
ego like three inches off the floor (okay)
every dollar needa multiply
benjamins, i’ma need some mo’ (yo!)
yeah i got the glow like a pregnant hoe
like a gold digger gettin’ decimals
married to the game, you already know
put that b_tch up on a pedestal
unload my clip and i fill ‘em with lead
lyrical heat cause i want all ‘em dead
off of my rocker, i’m off of my meds
offer up everything, heard what i said
chop up the body, i hide it in a shed
k!ll every witness in sight, yeah
p_ssing me off, all i’m seeing is red
no one can stop me, not even the feds
[verse 2: adge]
uh, young fat boy
5’8” on a good day
came through, top down
skrr, i don’t come late
skrr on her dumb face
skrr, how my cum taste?
skrr, you a bum lame
skrr, hit the drum spray
you pullin’ up with a dead fit (uh)
i keep it a hunnid like a medkit (yuh)
no, i’m not the one to mess with (nah)
if i wrote it down you wouldn’t get the message
i been rappin’ again
seen ya b_tch i started tappin’ again, clappin’ her friends, lap in the benz
the fact of the matter, i’ll f_ck her on camera then nut on the lens
adge in the cut, in her guts
know the d_mn name (yuh)
suck on my nuts
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it’s a d_mn shame (yuh)
go off now (yuh)
big sin, not a man of the cloth now (yuh)
fly around the light like a moth now
why are you gettin’ so hostile?
big missiles gon’ send from moscow
cold war, make a b_tch feel docile
chop angel hair off, no pasta
i’m your dad, kid, i’m mufasa
got free smoke, b_tch, i’m big rasta
[verse 3: kody]
tell your b_tch she better watch her mouth before she talk her sh_t (talk her sh_t)
if she isn’t careful she might get her lip up on my d_ck (ugh)
might be asian but that baddie dropping ass, she h_lla thick (god d_mn)
said she wanna f_ck me, suck me all up on my choppystick
yeah, ugh
thot begone (shoo!)
b_tch you make me yawn
like a switch, i turn her on
throw big b_lls like bakugan
i don’t f_ck these hoes on the stage when i be at my shows (wha?)
i might take her home, sloppy top, then cook me sloppy joe, b_tch (yuh)
k_o_d with the yen sign, yessai blessai (gah d_mn)
i been out here livin’ on the westside, best side (gah d_mn)
yes i k!lled the f_cking game, taking all their names, f_cking on they dames
gah d_mn, who the boy that be snappin’ on the track?
runnin’ circles ‘round you, better take a lap
when i spit it’s soundin’ like i’m shooting gats, it go bap_bap_bap

[verse 4: loucielago]
luxury life, you don’t know what it means
heavyweight champ but my boat never sink
can’t f_ck with hoes but she say, “daddy please”
i ain’t got a d_ck but she down on her knees (yah, yah)
b_tches in my mix like some muhf_ckin’ kool_aid
workin’ 9_to_5, she still tryna get her rent paid
uh, she be ratchet
throwin’ it back so you know i’m finna catch it (aye)
yuh, ain’t no plastic
if a b_tch fake then you know i’m finna pass it
uh, got that action
i murder that p_ssy like i put it in a casket (aye)
never with the wack sh_t (aye)
see me goin’ savage all up in the rap sh_t
no closed caption, yugh (aye!)

- the av klub

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