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yg rippa - fucked his bitch كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(ayy, hex, this beat demonic as f_ck!)
yeah, yeah, brrt_brrt!
rippa gang, b_tch!
f_ck them opps and they dead homies too!
long live chop, long live poodie, real steppas never fold, n_gga
haha—what the f_ck goin’ on?!
skrrt! grrt_bow!

[chorus]
f_cked his b_tch then sent her back, her throat got worn like .40 straps (grrt!)
hit his block with choppers out, we spin that sh_t like laundromats (spin it!)
i don’t beef on net, i catch him lackin’, stretch him where he at (p_ssy!)
tell his mama she gon’ cry, that’s karma for that twitter cap (boom!)
switchy spit like rapid fire, his brains all on his fitted cap
she ate d_ck like dinner plate, hеr jaw locked up, she took a nap (ayy!)
grew up shootin’ dicе and poles, got demons all inside my trap
i f_cked his b_tch and blew her back, then made her roll this k!ller pack (hoo!)

[verse]
b_tch, i’m grimy—cracked his skull and kicked it like a f_ckin’ ball (boom!)
they keep talkin’ gangsta sh_t but never slid, just typin’ tall (cap!)
my youngin caught a body, broad day, then went and stole from mall (dumb!)
this fn got attachments, f_ck a vest, we shoot through walls (rrah!)
i got opps who seen the flash before they heard the choppa call (brrt!)
he was runnin’, tripped, we hawked him down like wolves in waterfall (haha!)
stupid ho just set him up, i paid her with a addy pill (yeah!)
had her throat so numb, she gagged on d_ck and still said that’s for real (facts!)
i just copped a drum, it spin so fast, it feel like death for real
don’t do friends, i up this iron on blood—don’t test my inner k!ll (p_ssy!)
he screamed, “bro, don’t shoot!” too late, i smiled and popped his mental seal (boom!)
y’all be rappin’ lies, i live this sh_t, this pain just never heal (never!)
[chorus]
f_cked his b_tch then sent her back, her throat got worn like .40 straps (grrt!)
hit his block with choppers out, we spin that sh_t like laundromats (spin it!)
i don’t beef on net, i catch him lackin’, stretch him where he at (p_ssy!)
tell his mama she gon’ cry, that’s karma for that twitter cap (boom!)
switchy spit like rapid fire, his brains all on his fitted cap
she ate d_ck like dinner plate, her jaw locked up, she took a nap (ayy!)
grew up shootin’ dice and poles, got demons all inside my trap
i f_cked his b_tch and blew her back, then made her roll this k!ller pack (hoo!)

- yg rippa

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