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my singing monsters - skyte lyrics

my singing monsters lyrics
[intro: skyte]
ayy, yuh, yuh, yuh, ayy
i gotta k!ll this goofy ass beat
ayy, this is freestyle time
bro, what the f*ck, bro, stop callin’ me, n*gga
(48 on the beat)
ayy, yuh, yuh

[verse 1: skyte]
i think i’m a dog, the way i walk around with b*tches
i might kiss yo mom, then tell that ho to do the dishes
we gon’ find a pond and make yo brother swim with fishes
what the f*ck you want lil’ n*gga? i be stackin’ digits
i ain’t with that sh*t, b*tch, i woke up mad today
she gon’ suck the d*ck, while you n*ggas m*st*rbate
and she swallow it, she said she like the aftertaste
i love when they hate, i like to make ’em back away
why you n*ggas p*ssy? y’all complaining like some b*tches do
yo b*tch at my crib, she worship me just like a ritual
no, i’m not the same, i am a different individual
just because i’m chill don’t mean a n*gga can’t get physical
ayy, hit ’em headshot, hang ’em, dreadlocks
steppin’ over bodies, think i got new red socks
talkin’ on his name, he finna cut his neck off
and i might beat it from the back until her f*ckin’ legs lock
and i might beat it on the bed, shot him now he dead
p*ssy n*gga tried to run and now, he missin’ legs
where i put his body? man, i hid it in my bed
went and robbed a p*ssy n*gga and i think his name was craig
man, these n*ggas actin’ goofy, money stretchin’ like it’s luffy
i got chopsticks everywhere, these n*ggas think i’m eatin’ sushi
play these b*tches, call of duty, i’ma k!ll a fit, like nudey
i don’t care how bad the b*tch is, i ain’t finna eat her coochie
all my n*ggas know we next up, p*ssy n*ggas flexed up
can’t wait till my n*ggas rich and whippin’ in a tesla
i can’t give you gas because we only smoke that pressure
all my n*ggas in the front, so all you n*ggas better catch up
[interlude: skyte & k!lldavyn]
umm, yeah
so, uh, now the next portion of the song will be passed on to my
good friend davyn
davyn, what do you have to say?
man, i hate these n*ggas, hold up, lemme talk my sh*t
ayy, ayy, okay

[verse 2: k!lldavyn]
uh, yeah, your shawty a treesh, uh
i don’t wanna f*ck your ho, because she for the streets, uh
i control yo b*tch, you know i’m walking with a leash, huh
and when she goin’ down, you know she finna have a feast
okay, like, grab the mac, pull up on a n*gga, shoot his habitat
grab the strap, and you should stay off mic ’cause you suck at rap
that’s a fact, you don’t know the difference between this and that
and [?], you should drop the mic and you should go sell crack
aight, yeah, i’ma get disrespectful on this sh*t
i hope you crash and it k!lls everybody in the whip
i hope yo dad come back with crack and od’s on that sh*t
and i hope yo dog falls in a hole and gets stuck in that sh*t
yeah, uh, yeah, ’cause a n*gga toxic
i might pull up to yo house and shoot you with a chopstick
told that b*tch to do the dance like [?]
and all my n*ggas run up in yo crib, like we mobbin’
ayy, and we pull up with the chopsticks
i don’t want that b*tch because that b*tch is too gothic, haha

- skyte lyrics

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