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lirik lagu the founding fathers – pmsa

[intro]
good ass smoke
yeah, we got the producer tag in here
first song of the album
we finna hype this sh*t up
two*year hiatus on this sh*t
look at this we back
we brought enough hype, the album is here folks
then where the f*ck they at
ight, ight, look, look, ight, ight, look
uh, yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 1]
i got a lot of sh*t so i think i might stash it (uh)
came up with my crew and i put you in the casket (yeah)
gift from god so i came in a basket (look)
smoking weed but you ain’t ever going to track it
pull up to the crib cause you know we h*lla relevant
d*ck so long like the trunk of an elephant
i take your b*tch and i f*ck her for the h*ll of it
know we got that weed cause b*tch we selling it
you know we got that cash, yeah b*tch we h*lla rich (yeah)
we got two whips, but which one do we pick
money feeling funny laughing like it’s got an itch
got a baddie right here, sucking on the tip
say my words clear talking like i don’t have a lisp
working out, really trying to get a pair of tits
you know it’s pride month so i’m gonna suck this d*ck
sucking d*ck, but you know i’ll never snitch
marco making he, he making me his b*tch
f*ckin on my ass, hes sucking on my tits
you know he a p*ssy, so i suck on his cl*t
yeah, yeah, pass it on

[verse 2]
i wake up
i brush my t**th
i cut my hair
get some head (ya)
i count my bread
i hop in the whip
i go to the park
(unintelligible)
i’m selling some weed
to a couple of thots
(unintelligible)
(unintelligible)

[verse 3]
chopper to the dome, imma leave his ass faceless
bags on my glock, gotta leave that sh*t caseless
white mask, call us ghost faces (yeah)
chopper with the scope, i ain’t leaving no traces
f*cking on your b*tch like savage (yeah)
diamonds on me this ain’t average
i be smoking on this green, no cabbage
i’m flying first class, i ain’t brining no baggage
i’m living my world and this sh*t is fantastic
she got fake titties, and i call that sh*t plastic
stretch her out just like mrs. elastic
fast cars, no we not stuck in traffic (yeah)
(yeah, yeah)

ed, edd, and eddy, yo b*tch she getting ready
on my d*ck you gotta hold it steady
do it my way just like fetty
take a pic just like getty
on the news, made the heading

making my money they hating my grind
look at my diamonds they wet and they shine
i be f*cking on your b*tch, i’m making her mine
i’m bagging a baddie she calling me daddy
i popped me a xanny (yeah)

[outro]
she whip out her d*ck, it turn out she a tranny
oh well f*ck it, imma go anyway

- pmsa

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