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armed shooter - faz friends & rwqfsfasxc lyrics

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(verse 1) they be tweaking
im reaching
bad b*tches in the city be leaving
plain these beacons
like a challenge that i’m leaving
b*tch im f*cking sad
can’t trust the b*tches dads
fredbear the fat
p*ssy rubbin da cat
b*tch yo ass just flat
i know he snitchin the rat
so im shooting his ass
u dont f*ck with me thats a fact
why this b*tch tryna cause drama
b*tch u votin for osama
feeling like im obama
cause im f*cking on yo momma
sneak dissin me u boutta get some trauma
truama in yo head pill making u feel dead
b*tch poppin em zed
after this u gon need yo beds
you put your pocket on b*tches for head
poppin brains in your forehеad
got some trouma
lama doma
f*ck u and your f*cking momma
get off the shеlf
antichrist your self
“yo help me make this song” no b*tch do it your self

(verse 2) i had way too many friends that dead
poping b*tches daily in the head
sleeping on zozos get your ass put to bed
makey makes it harder for the feds
when i shoot all i see is red
meds in the ass sky for ed
u don’t know sh*t
she be choking on sh*t
i f*ck women not a b*tch
left to die in a ditch
but i survived thatt b*tch
bars so hard im a great fit
fitting in the car bet u won’t fit
i like nle
and i like choppas
b*tch i be getting free mommas
likey glitchy
sucking d*cky
very very sticky
ye im sad
toy freddy he is fat
i dont what to drop
droppidy cops
im dropping the cops
working for opps
boutta shop
bop bop
boutta get shot
bop bop

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