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lirik lagu rap slaughter – chrisdaceo

(verse 1)

still talkin’ sh-t? gave his -ss a tic-tac

tic-tac bullet b-tch i ain’t with the riff raff

i don’t carry guns, i carry get backs

receipt for ya life, things u can’t get back

shot you in yo month, you can’t get yo lip back

you thought you was the future, boa we so past that

all that “n-gg- gossip” we really don’t get into that

if sending shots we be mailing sh-t back

came to her house and rub my d-ck on the gl-ss

now she wanna f-ck told her meet me after cl-ss

dirty b-tch had maggots in her -ss

pull my pants ups told the bich “i gotta blast”

hip hip hop you not hip to the hop, aye

oh you a p-ssy nine shots to ya top, aye

shoes on the carpet like f-ck what yo moms say

ice cream paint job spoon her like a sundae

i want it all and i want it in the worst way

hoes on my heels more than a run away

i need a lady “gaga” or whatever my son say

d-mn this beat kickin more than a sensei

d-mn my p-ss clear clear like water

never meet the daddy f-ck on his daughter

saw her n-gg- name tatted so i f-ck her harder

i don’t even think she was ready for this slaughter

[phone rings] “h-llo? aye lemme call you back real quick, i’m literally recording like right now”

(verse: 2)

still talkin’ sh-t? gave his -ss a tic-tac

tic-tac bullet b-tch i ain’t with the riff raff

f-ck all the critics i ain’t worried bout no backlash

we not the same fat b-tch you can’t fit that

turn that sh-t off that sh-t wack

cave in yo chest so yo -ss can’t buck back

see what i got? nah u can’t touch that

take yo -ss out and i still waiting on a comeback

never lied i tell the truth in the booth

who u talkin to you gone loose another tooth

b-tch who are you. who is this dude?

stole yo b-tch now you n-gg-s about to sue

i’m the hardest, greatest artist

to ever grab the mic so d-mn retarted

look at my empire and what i started

got some sh-t on and i don’t know what to call it

rinkad-nk b-tches still stingin’ on my ding-a-ling

you don’t understand half of what that sh-t mean

remember them days i had to keep my room clean

now i keep it dirty when i call up a new fling

teenage emotionals so clear with a mood ring

now i gotta see where the pendulum swing

gun in yo mouth teach yo -ss how to sing

- chrisdaceo

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