see jesus - the deadly youngan lyrics
[chorus]
uh gone see jesus
walked in with my strap i knocked off mari with this heater
his p*ssy ass in heaven we his k!llers he can’t see us
put a p*ssy in a pan like his p*ssy ass named peter
he died outside the mall but he ain’t f*cking true bleeda
got codeine in my body feel like more than 2 liters
he tried to track star get away but only made it one meter
slide up on a f*cking opp we in a f*cking 2 seater
[verse 1]
they call me the d*mn reaper b*tch i’m thеre you can’t see him
the reapеr stay with chops to d*mn fast you can’t beat him
we in a 50 with a chop you talking jesus you gone meet him
he’ll shoot you in yo motherf*cking face you can’t beat him
b*tch i’m a f*cking deadly youngan we not the motherf*cking same
crack n*gga b*tch i been doing motherf*cking cocaine
i don’t do no youtube b*tch i don’t do this sh*t for fame
hop out in the night micheal myers in the motherf*cking rain
f*ck the sh*t out of a b*tch until she motherf*cking cum
hoe i don’t want no f*cking kids b*tch i f*ck yo ass for fun
when i catch you imma stretch you b*tch you better not try and run
if i catch you it’s a wrap b*tch i ain’t talking f*cking buns
b*tch i’m a pimp i f*cked yo mama i ain’t simping on no hoe
dump fat ass tried to run but his b*tch ass was to slow
put a bag on top yo head just like a motherf*cking fro
n*gga know we spin again like spinabenz we on go
i just wanna f*ck that hoe even that b*tch know she ain’t fine
found his ass dead in the woods put his ass on channel nine
youngboy b*tch ass broke as h*ll like why the f*ck is yo ass lying
n*ggas homeless on a corner holding up f*cking signs
a lot of b*tches be tweaking that’s why it’s hard to find a b*tch
but if she play her ass is grass and i ain’t talking snitch
n*gga play this gta but he was lagging his ass glitched
b*tch you know how that sh*t went his ass died to this bl!ck (dead b*tch)
[chorus]
uh gone see jesus
walked in with my strap i knocked off mari with this heater
his p*ssy ass in heaven we his k!llers he can’t see us
put a p*ssy in a pan like his p*ssy ass named peter
he died outside the mall but he ain’t f*cking true bleeda
got codeine in my body feel like more than 2 liters
he tried to track star get away but only made it one meter
slide up on a f*cking opp we in a f*cking 2 seater
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