POTATO HEAD

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Move out the fuckin way, or I kick your shit in
 Roll up in a big body, that is what you is
 Curb stomp that motha fucka, leave him on the block dead
 If you color blind, just know that my dot red
 Run up in his crib caught him
 Left him in the fridge rottin
 Money over hoes hoe
 I don't want your fuckin head
 Keep your apology bitch
 Imma take your fuckin head
 Skin him to the bone, leave him cold
 If he with the feds
 You gon fuckin die
 Feds find the body hung
 B-B-Blame it on a suicide
 Call me Bob the builder with my motha fuckin big tool
 I don't make friends whore
 I'm the dude that kills dudes
 Actual cannibal, making your face tangible
 Bullets to my clip are always staying fuckin addable
 Imma customize your face like you Mr. Potato Head
 Fill that boy with bullets and make sure that fuckin whore is dead
 You don't got the walk in the flock that you flauntin
 Find where he stay stole his couch and we popped him
 You done ran outta chances you been outta luck boo
 I care bout myself
 Bitch I do not care about you
 Who the fuck is you to me
 Nothing fuckin new to me
 Drop a rat cop a bag buy some fuckin jewelry
 I don't wear jewels I don't smoke em neither
 Talkin all that tough, gon leave you with a seizure
 Like twitch bitch
 I am clippin your jaw
 One with the gods
 Kill opps with the mob
 Get off my .wav bitch
 Get off my cock
 Say my name right it's
 Pastor Pranav
 R-R-Run up in his crib caught him
 Left him in the fridge rottin
 Money over hoes hoe
 I don't want your fuckin head
 Keep your apology bitch
 Imma take your fuckin head
 Skin him to the bone, leave him cold
 If he with the feds
 Actual cannibal making your face tangible
 Bullets to my clip are always staying fuckin addable
 Imma customize your face like you Mr. Potato Head
 Fill that boy with bullets and make sure that fuckin whore is dead
 You don't got the walk in the flock that you flauntin
 Find where he stay stole his couch and we popped him
 You done ran outta chances, you been outta luck boo
 I care bout myself
 Bitch I do not care about you
 Who the fuck is you to me
 Nothing fuckin new to me
 Drop a rat cop a bag, buy some fuckin jewelry
 I don't wear jewels I don't smoke em neither
 Talkin all that tough, gon leave you with a seizure
 Like twitch bitch
 I am clippin your jaw
 One with the gods
 Kill opps with the mob
 Get off my .wav bitch
 Get off my cock
 Say my name right it's
 Pastor Pranav
 

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Song Details

Duration
02:45
Key
8
Tempo
180 BPM

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