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freestyle 44 - pseudodemonio lyrics

3, 2, 1
(gotta blast)
into the stars…
to buy candy bars…
he’s the kid with a knack for inventions…
with a superpowered mind…
a mechanical canine…
*bark, bark*
he rescues the day from sure destruction…
(cosmos you made this)
this is the*

pseudodemonio & {cleo’s trademark}
came to the l in this b*tch in a nice uber
slide on this b*tch* on my d*ck like this was a scooter
{pull up to the block 44 we looking for the shooters}
{yo’ b*tch hit my line, big titties like she work at hooters.}
running big steppers you get hit like you was a goomba
ratatouille lookin’ for the cheese man we eating ‘gooda.’

{bass*heavy audi q8 sh*t feel like a dream.}
{yo b*tch kinda sandy cheeks we bustin nuts can’t see the cream.}
look inside the window b*tch you gonna see two scopes and beams
feel like eyeamink the way i be up in them sheets and mean
{we still livin’ in poverty but totin’ knocks and sipping lean}
{pass me that muhf*ckin’ badass charger my sh*t bouta blink}
whippin’ crack up on the stove a hunnid dishes in my sink
cap my ass like i was doctor king speaking in dc
cleo’s trademark:
now i’m throwing up the *three*
keep my b*tches by the *two*
know i hit that b*tch once them i’m out like*
*gotta blast*

*instrumental & sample*

[pseudodemonio: outro]
assass* nope, hold on

- pseudodemonio lyrics

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