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fucking bitches - faz friends & rwqfsfasxc lyrics

(shadow bonnie verse) first on the track and i f*ck all the b*tches
and they getting f*cked in the kitchen
to this shooting p*ssy be b*tching
b*tch on my ass writhen
bicthes dont know what the f*ck i been given
yeah i was a drop off
b*tches be waiting for that knock off
got a bit of a cough
might be rocking a show or if i’m not up then i’m f*cking this cash off
dont u know shadow bonnie getting caught with the dread
lil b*tch be rapping his ass off
b*tch u better cool off
u know me and my gang never take days off
we work everyday bruh
i mean it’s, it’s lonely up here, like
it’s cold, all type of sh*t, like
but, nah, for rеal, though, like
i just really be thinkin’ somеtimes, i hear myself spittin’
i’m like, “who can really f*ck with me?”
but that’s another discussion
extended clip like a broomstick
shoot a fl!ck like netflix
scratch an opp off the checklist
i just bought a gun off craigslist
shoot an opp in the brain, i’m leavin’ a stain, only thing you see is red sh*t
in your wifes bed there gonna be some white sh*t
boy just die b*tch
shoot nine times which
9 or 5
f*ck these b*tches id rather die

(shadow bonnie jr) im air dry
f*ck these b*tches im the bad guy
wear your bowtie
with your black tie
and bill nye the science guy
come by
the blue sky
and the big thighs
b*tches who were like us
but u never knew us cause your werent tough
i ain’t gon’ cap, i don’t even like rappin’
but i love k!lling’ them bodies and sh*t
f*ck the b*tch, and when i get done
i’ma up my glock and then rob the b*tch
catch a opp when he clock out
i’ma get him whacked at his job and sh*t
and i don’t know why the police keep f*ckin’ with me
cause they ain’t stoppin’ sh*t
f*ck this b*tch
and b*tches
im f*cking bithes
last in last vegas
last in last delas
f*cking hatless
b*tches be trayless
im on crakelist
im on a list f*ck these b*tch im dayless

(shadow bonnie verse 3)
yo calm down lady
we can f*ck maybe
texting me yo baby
chill i got problems like jay z
feeling like biggie
but im really not that biggie
shoot that b*tch like jackapo
im shooting those b*tche popo
why u tryna marry him
police a guy got shot by them it was african
hairy ain’t em
and harry ain’t him
and im carrying
all of u on my back
im abit getting tired
i look at u and shoot u
now u fired
f*ck these b*tches and opps
is always on my tail like direr
think im gonna die but i ain’t dying b*tch

- faz friends rwqfsfasxc lyrics

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