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fundip - cacity lyrics

[intro]
(does it feel for you, like it feels for me? yeah) (karmamøb)
who the f*ck is this?
who invited this guy?
[?] get the f*ck out, get out of here bro

[chorus]
so funny how you gonna talk sh*t, ayy
got a chopper, aim it right at yo’ f*ckin’ face
little b*tch, gonna put you in yo’ f*ckin’ place
ask yo’ grandma how my motherf*ckin’ d*ck taste
like yuh, hop in that biatch
and i got so much bread that i rented the whole kiosk
ice so cold, b*tch went into a shock
made twelve racks and then i got home and beat off ([?] coupe with the drop top, ooh)

[verse]
i just broke into yo’ homie’s crib, [?], f*cking kush, ayy
i just took an egg from the [?] that b*tch was fabergé
imma let my nuts hang if these b*tches gon’ be in the way
i don’t give a f*ck*fu*fu*f*ck
[?] every f*cking day
get the f*ck out my way and get off of my d*ck, b*tch
i don’t mean to startle you but you sleepin’ with fishes
what you do gets you behind, what i do is proficient
why don’t you do me a favor and go say hi to the misses?
yuh, you gonna be missed, b*tch
i can never go back, even though i f*cking miss it
even though i’m talking old sh*t, y’all hearing this new sh*t
to those motherf*ckers i was just a f*cking misfit
but then i clapped back*back*back
now they’re all mad*mad
shout out to me, i’m realising everything’s ass
and i had a couple friends, on my back they just stabbed
i don’t give a f*ck anymore ’cause all i can do is laugh, b*tch, laugh, ayy
[chorus]
so funny how you gonna talk sh*t, ayy
got a chopper, aim it right at yo’ f*ckin’ face
little b*tch, gonna put you in yo’ f*ckin’ place
ask yo’ grandma how my motherf*ckin’ d*ck taste
like yuh, hop in that biatch
and i got so much bread that i rented the whole kiosk
ice so cold, b*tch went into a shock
made twelve racks and then i got home and beat off ([?] coupe with the drop top, ooh)
so funny how you gonna talk sh*t, ayy
got a chopper, aim it right at yo’ f*ckin’ face
little b*tch, gonna put you in yo’ f*ckin’ place
ask yo’ grandma how my motherf*ckin’ d*ck taste
like yuh, hop in that biatch
and i got so much bread that i rented the whole kiosk
ice so cold, b*tch went into a shock
made twelve racks and then i got home and beat off ([?] coupe with the drop top, ugh)

[outro]
(tell me how it feels)
a*ha*ha*ha*ha*ha*ha*ha*ha*ha*ha*ha*ha*ha
b*tch
ugh, he*he*he*he*he (does it feel for you, like it feels for me? yeah)

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