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This the motherfuckin' part 2, the remix, whatever you wan' call it ho You know what the fuck goin' on nigga Yeah! (Uh) Nigga! This message to ya'll motherfuckers out there so listen up niggas! I mean this shit, so ya'll black niggers, them border hoppin' beaners Them motherfuckin' krauts, them Bible bashers, them japs' and nips' Them motherfuckin' rice and curry munchers, okies, weebs, virgins Them Arabic bombers and terrorists, and those fuckin' Germans, emos Commies, gingers, bronies, and them Swedish ass niggas Ohhhhhh, and don't forget them dummy ass bri'ish niggers And if you some Finns, then don't forget you perkeles you feel me cuh And lastly, this gon' be to them motherfuckin' niggas and you know who I'm talkin' about them niggas white than the cream on an Oreo Them niggas that were a part of KKK but fuckin' died 'cause they suck And if I see any of you niggas I swear to god I'll bust yo fuckin' gut But anyways, they whiter than my motherfuckin' cum, the milk I consume And shit like that, so if one of you dumbass niggas haven't caught on So if one of ya'll dumbasses haven't caught on, I'm talkin' 'bout them MOTHERFUCKIN' WHITE ASS FAGGOTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Huh, brrr, blatt) Yeah, look at these diamonds, they shinin', yeah Look at these bitches, they lyin', yeah (Tssh) Baby, these diamonds not Johnny, yeah I just called up Avianne, yeah I don't got no stylist, yeah (Slatt) All my planes are private (Tssh) Perkies on the private We don't fuck with molly We had to lay back on them pills (Tssh) I just fucked the pint up I'm finna set up in your field Get slimed, lil' bitch, I know you not real I'ma spend my money on guns and pills In Atlanta with a bitch, yeah, the bitch so bad I'm on that lean, lil' bitch Kick the bitch out, I didn't need the bitch (Tssh) I'm from the Flat, lil' niggas (Yeah) We started trappin', nigga (Tssh) We started rappin', nigga These all black diamonds, nigga Hang out with robbers, nigga What you know about robbin' niggas? What you know about TECs? (Tssh-tssh-tssh-tssh-tssh) What you know about mobbin', nigga? (Slatt, tssh-tssh) Look at these diamonds, they shinin', yeah Look at these bitches, they lyin', yeah (Tssh) Baby, these diamonds not Johnny, yeah I just called up Avianne, yeah I don't got no stylist, yeah (Slatt) All my planes are private (Tssh) Perkies on the private We don't fuck with molly We had to lay back on them pills (Tssh) I just fucked the pint up I'm finna set up in your field Get slimed, lil' bitch, I know you not real I'ma spend my money on guns and pills In Atlanta with a bitch, yeah, the bitch so bad I'm on that lean, lil' bitch Kick the bitch out, I didn't need the bitch (Tssh) Yeah, look at these diamonds, they shinin', yeah Look at these bitches, they lyin', yeah (Tssh) Baby, these diamonds not Johnny, yeah I just called up Avianne, yeah I don't got no stylist, yeah (Slatt) All my planes are private (Tssh) Perkies on the private We don't fuck with molly We had to lay back on them pills (Tssh) I just fucked the pint up I'm finna set up in your field Get slimed, lil' bitch, I know you not real I'ma spend my money on guns and pills In Atlanta with a bitch, yeah, the bitch so bad I'm on that lean, lil' bitch Kick the bitch out, I didn't need the bitch (Tssh) So listen up niggas, I went brazy on this hoe So ya'll cunts better like this shit up and listen to it Or else its fuckin' over for ya (Fuckin' over for ya, over for ya)
Writer(s): Jocelynn Chu Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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