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dumbasses! - rivr persn lyrics

[verse 1: rivr persn]
dumbass b*tch
i might f*cking shoot yo kids
with a glock 22
then i point that sh*t at you
f*ck yo momma
i’m blowing like osama
i gotta big gun
like a motherf*cking farmer
you already know i’m dripped out in these ices
me and the whole gang blow up like this isis
do not p*ss me off i might cause a f*cking crisis
i’m rapping like i’m juice cuz i’m way too f*cking righteous
they all call me rivr persn but in fact i’m the goat
you don’t know nothing bout me, i am like a hoax
you talking like a b*tch and you talking like a rat
your whole personality sh*tty like it’s scat
go back to your room for another f*cking fap
i can’t f*cking pass the h*rny kids my ass too f*cking fat
they’ll all jump on me like group of f*cking cats
if you talking sh*t i will put you in a cast
if you lying on my name i will slap you to the past

[verse 2: lil mim$]
spitting on yo b*tch
cuz i do not give a sh*t about her
gripping on my gun
smoke my blunt till i’m f*cking higher
having fun making slung
you know you a dumbass b*tch on a f*cking wire
i’m sеlling all these children for wеll over a f*cking dollar
gimme all yo money, i like cash and good forest fires
why you dissin rivr for a word, you a f*cking clown
when i hear yo music all hear is a sh*tty sound
you needa quit and go die in the f*cking ground
you talking lota sh*t for dumbass and you looking down
probably cuz i’m better than you, stealing all the sh*t i found
dumbass
dumbass
spitting on yo b*tch
cuz i do not give a sh*t about her
gripping on my gun
smoke my blunt till i’m f*cking higher
having fun making slung
you know you a dumbass b*tch on a f*cking wire
i’m selling all these children
[verse 3: eatthen!]
ich habe riemen, ich werde nie wieder zurücklaufen
rauchen auf deinem rucksack mit waffen, ich werde nicht boxen
ich rauche dein homies*pack, sie drehen sich nicht zurück
bullets hit yo homies back watch him droppin that boy a buffoon
like
f*ck all yo homies im smokin they pack
when i hop on the track they all know where it’s at
see a mirror i fap feelin bad issa fact
shed a tear when i’m sad i be sat on my ass
vada she wah ni hongo hanashe
tengi okie te kaideh e*mas
nah*pou okie*deki san te
vada she wah onou who
teidou
who are you?
okay i’m bendin the beat like her backend
sendin a slap then i’m tappin a f*ggot
i’m actin brandish what’s in my bag?
that boy get dropped if he wantin the static
way that we actin we be dumbasses
i’m on my own sh*t, i beat the masses
not off the dome but i be writin facts
and i’m choppin a rapper i’m swingin a axe

[verse 4: hoka kid]
[?]
[verse 5: dhk perk]
thottie on my lap, b*tch
that hoe twistin’, do a backflip
on a [?] yeah, i go batsh*t
that yo’ thot? she lookin’ [?]
dressin’ dumb, you look like f*ggots
you got a [?] you f*ck a fat b*tch
on a block, never [?]
pull up, pistol, pack it
pop a [?] i’m in her gut
big ass b*tch, i smack her b*tt
talkin’ when i’m talkin’, b*tch?
breezy how i knock a b*tch
[?] thot gon’ suck the tip
deep girl, for my f*ckin’ sh*t
ugh, ayy, b*tch, i put my d*ck up in her mouth
and now she talkin’ with a lisp
(um, you already said that in a song)
(shut the f*ck up, b*tch)
[?] in my pocket, b*tch
i’m walking wit’ a [?]
(bro, you don’t gotta cap)
(bro, i said shut the f*ck up, b*tch)
ayy, b*tch
[?] in my pocket
b*tch, i’m smoking on that za’
ayy, little asian b*tch, i gonna get that booty tapped
i’ma bust up on her face, and then i take a f*cking nap
talkin’ that sh*t? pull up and do it
i got your b*tch in the back and we screwin’
lil’ b*tch gon’ thot, b*tch gon’ sl*t
that b*tch gon’ swallow up my nut
that b*tch a wh0re, i call her big b*tt
talkin’ sh*t? that’s a big [?]
fat b*tch need a big [?]
tired of p*ssy, it can’t d*ck ride
hop on this b*tch, i got my glock
i got four bullets, i aim at his top
i pop his head, it pop like gushers
a big ol’ thottie, i might f*ck her
thick b*tch, she gon’ ride
bust a [?] on her eye
certified gang member, i might slide
slip, slide, wait—
hop on these b*tches, she stroke on my d*ck
mouth in the tip
i don’t know what the f*ck—
[outro, rivr persn, mim$, eathhen, hoka kid, dhk perk]
yeah, this is literally the end of the f*ckin’ beat, i guess, yeah
yipee, bye guys
i love you, i—, mwah*mwah*mwah
[?]

- rivr persn lyrics

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