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im not fucking mad part 3 - bxshxr lyrics

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[intro]
p*ssy problem*
p*ssy, p*ssy, p*ssy, p*ssy, p*ssy, p*ssy

[verse 1]
i’m on my p*ssy problemchild sh*t
leave my mothaf*ckin’ kid and make it stylish
aaron where you at? man, your boys wildin’
you need to beat your boy again ’cause he’s actin’ childish
sirens of a ‘lil b*tch in the night
aaron don’t beat me, b*tch i promise you’re right
you wanna act gang but you got beat by a dyk*
by the way, where your kid? i don’t see you around
i gave you four f*cking chances and look what i found
another deadbeat broke b*tch looking for clout
[?] and i’m coming for your head k!lla’
this a sell*out event
watching two drug addicts fight for the kid
and brady boy i don’t ever wanna see that again
if you ever threaten me you gon’ be like your friend
i don’t ever forget, i know everything about your crew and your clique
want my advice? don’t trust in your s*x
’cause if i’m a f*ckin’ snake, then i do it the best
this is that unemployment check sh*t
leave your daughter when you get your stimulus sh*t
flex your [?] that you don’t even have
i’m only worried ’bout my daughter, man i love to talk about her
and i don’t wanna be a father, she’s only present in your [?]
go be a dad boy, you gettin’ bodied by a sad boy
whole opp block lookin’ like they f*gs boy
i took your whole flow, made it into trap boy
lowlifes only trap is that child [?]
this a sell*out event
[?] suck a d*ck
watching two drug addicts fight for the kid
[?] suck a d*ck
you broke my motherf*ckin’ spirit, broke my spirit
i thought i warned you, you didn’t hear it
your whole life’s one l and a pile of sh*t
i hope your deadbeat boyfriend see you a [?]
i hope the underground knows you got beat by a b*tch
she opened up your mouth and she f*ckin’ put in the d*ck
’cause if p*ssy problemchild, hey that’s what you screamed
when she bent you all over and she came in your scene
and when you had to f*ckin’ cry, she said “babe what tea?”
you got your ass baby trapped and it’s funny to see, b*tch
[interlude]
*baby crying*
aaron no, aaron no!
don’t hit me, don’t hit me!
aaron, aaron, aaron, aaron, aaron, aaron…
then he had a kid and he fell off
and then he beefed with bxshxr, ’cause he’s a f*ckin’ loser
aaron no, aaron no!
don’t hit me, don’t hit me!
aaron, aaron, aaron, aaron, aaron, aaron…
i show you god within a man
shoutout to jordan for, raising this deadbeat’s kid

[verse 2]
i am a certified assh0l*
i couldn’t f*cking scream so i left the baby at home
i cut myself, rage, yet i lack a f*ckin’ backbone
stupid ‘lil b*tch i’m ’bout to show you how to act grown
what is your job b*tch? can you tell me?
you work for your grandma, b*tch, man you’re so street
you wanna stab me? then just do it you b*tch
c’mon brad, c’mon man, do it you b*tch
you’re fourteen ‘lil brother, stay in yo’ lane
stabbing me is like brady when he’s using his brain
i’m rippin’ off the f*ckin’ head of snakes, that sh*t you claim
daffy why you talkin’ with an accent? that sh*t’s fake
somehow it’s cool to be a motherf*ckin’ thug
you wanna play street, b*tch, you work for your grandma
p*ssy wanna try, yeah we like to stomp hoes
the only hoe i know fell off two f*ckin’ years ago
you had your chance kid, so quit it
i love you like i love one of my girls, i love b*tches
[?] the only ammo you got?
the next time you wanna diss b*tch, k!ll me with your shots
i got news for you brother, my uncles dead
c’mon talk about my motherf*ckin’ pills, go ahead
talk about my motherf*ckin’ psilocybin p*ssy boy
talk about the motherf*ckin’ seizure that i suffered bruh
bring up my brother, bring up my mother, i want it all b*tch
bring up my father, bring up the b*tch, i got it all [?]
where is he, is he, is he, left their assh0l*, kizzy
pulled a problemchild, busted then i, dippied
brady, why you dissing? saying that you’d k!ll me
nice f*cking job, sandwiches for a living
trapper of the century
i can’t wait for your overdose
shoutout to lostboy, f*ckin’ your friend
you got your unemployment checks b*tch, now you’re a man
somehow with all that f*ckin’ money b*tch still make trash
you said the scenes in your mouth b*tch, that’s why it’s dead
king of the incels, king of the dead
guess [?] track b*tch, spin it again
and make the same f*ckin’ song eight times in a day
the only time you made good musics when you got played, b*tch
(p*ssy problem* p*ssy, p*ssy, p*ssy problemchild)
go back to aaron when your bank has hit it’s miles
that stupid b*tch would take you any day a while
(p*ssy, p*ssy, p*ssy, p*ssy)
now it’s time to f*ckin’ smile

[verse 3]
problemchild cannot pull his d*ck out of brady
’cause if he cums there’s no baby
they bendin’ down and they suckin’, f*ckin’ and brady’s the lady
threaten my life again, b*tch i dare you
that p*ssy sh*t do not scare me
([?] crazy man)
this is free entertainment for my f*ckin’ hoes
watching brady getting closer to a noverdose
watching brady lose all his f*ckin’ chromosomes
aaron, aaron, daddy’s never f*ckin’ coming home
daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy doesn’t have a go
daddy, daddy, why you putting on an overcoat?
every time i see your life i lose some f*cking hope
(i f*cking hate this smile, call me p*ssy problemchild)
shhh, daddy, daddy, why you closing on the f*ckin’ door?
brady, brady, take yo’ ass right to the sandwich store
pull up on me when you get the gas to f*ckin’ go
yeah, unemployment sh*t is f*ckin’ fire
pokémon wants to claim k!ll for hire
my charity is too f*ckin’ nice
giving back to those who can’t domestically survive
i am immaculate p*ssy, you cookie
aaron come show me your goodies
but that’s the game of a rookie
daddy where are you? let’s lookie
show me a side [?]
overtaken by woman who pushy
where’s ya’ daughter? where’s ya’ daughter?
where’s ya’ daughter? where’s ya’ daughter?
[bridge]
she gettin’ raised by another man
she gettin’ raised by another man
hehehehaha, b*tch
[?] suck a d*ck

[verse 4]
man that sh*t was trash
you’re like an aid’s patient b*tch, go gave some ass
no you a scared little b*tch who f*ckin’ hates his dad
nah you’re a bratty little b*tch who couldn’t save your ass
(p*ssy problem* p*ssy, p*ssy)
so you crazy huh?
even though all you f*ckin’ do is drink lean in a cup
said i’m a woman yet i didn’t get abused by a sl*t
too bad you had to f*ckin’ bust on the side of her guts
you are the same, leave me alone, pick up the phone
put it on my pants, aaron please let me put my d*ck up in yo’ ass
i texted you for a reason you b*tch
i got gas money bro, you can suck it off my d*ck
b*tch i need some cash*app, cash*app, suck my f*ckin’ cash*app
and tell that broke boy i need my f*ckin’ lap tapped
my apologises i meant to say laptop
did aaron like it when that cheater gave him mad c*ck?
you think you tough, b*tch you lame as f*ck
i just opened up your assh0l* and teared it up
no matter what you f*ckin’ do b*tch, here’s the cut
leave my name up out your mouth and my d*ck in your b*tt, b*tch
(p*ssy problem* p*ssy, p*ssy, p*ssy problemchild)
(p*ssy problem* p*ssy, p*ssy, p*ssy problemchild)
(p*ssy problem* p*ssy, p*ssy, p*ssy*)
did aaron like it when that cheater gave him mad c*ck?

[verse 5]
(делит на бите, сука)
if i was a woman i [?]
[?]
oh sh*t, i forgot i need a f*cking mask
if you only brought that energy to be a f*ckin’ dad
and now, i’m going to free my [?] and breathe in
[?] percs [?] on my d*ck
how the f*ck you make this sh*t and think this b*tch was lit?
give my laptop, told you that i could teach you how to mix
b*tch you gone so, i can blame it up all on a b*tch
lost your child and neo told me you should f*ckin’ quit
[?] had a f*ckin’ kid and then he dipped
b*tch you gone soft, b*tch you gone soft
i think you* falling off

[verse 6]
you are [?], so p*ssy open your mouth
let me cum in your whole
let me beat on your spouse
[?], falling off
[?]
i wanna bust in aaron’s ass
livin’ with yo’ mamma, boy go be a dad
[?], you give it back
[?] do it all, i wanna ask
falling off, falling off, falling off
where’s my laptop?

[interlude]
can i put my b*lls in yo’ jaws?
b*lls in yo’ jaws?
can i? can i?
you put your b*lls in the [?]
falling off

[verse 7]
dear justin, i wrote you but you still ain’t calling
i left my cell, pager and my welfare at the bottom
i know you wanna take it, you broke motherf*cker
i wanna be like you, get beat up by my baby mother
i wanna be like you and never use a f*ckin’ rubber
if you wanna learn brad, learn from your brother
deadbeat midlife drug motherf*cker
stay broke your whole life b*tch, i hope suffer
you’re gonna die in michigan wit’ you and your brothers
screaming lowlife while you’re living with yo’ mother
made fun of me ’cause i had a f*ckin’ stutter
you stuttered in a b*tch and now she thinks that you love her
fool stance, you a a, [?] in the building
unemployment, thinking you got a record deal b*tch
don’t you ever hit me up, that’s [?]
focus on your kid

[outro]
i hope you die b*tch
when you hear this song i hope you f*cking cry b*tch
everything you say’s a bunch of f*cking lies b*tch
one down, one down, like jordan the one
and it’s funny to see, that he’s raising your grunt
justin, i tried to be nice
if i’m a f*cking woman, you just got abused twice

little [?]’s gonna be like “daddy can we buy something?” and i’ll be like “let me just check the f*cking mwam real quick honey.”, f*cking headass, shut the f*ck up

- bxshxr lyrics

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