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ABK Records everybody wanna sign a deal To impress me you gotta rack a line of pills You gotta have some big tits wearin’ 19 chills And show us how the pussy work, fuck your rhyming skills I’m walking in to Centerlink like remember me? I’m rich now, I got a house you can rent for free I’m only here from when you cover fuckin payments Back in 2008 and I ain’t say shit Well this my payback, petrol on the front desk Lit it up, thank you all, then I fuckin left They see my getaway I think it was an Audi It could’ve been a Range Rover, I don’t know he’s out here What kind of car was it? Man this shit marvelous I just popped like 50 pills and I was meant to half the shit Fuck your bitch with a satty full of x pills Now slit the bag so she trippin, I’m a mess still Bitches get your tits out, put your fuckin hands up All my real song just time for us to stand up I made this for the radio, I hope I get the airplay Cunt, clitoris, fuck I wasn’t meant to swear mate Bitches get your tits out, put your fuckin hands up All my real song just time for us to stand up I made this for the radio, I hope I get the airplay Cunt, clitoris, fuck I wasn’t meant to swear mate Letras de cancionesSo I was down the beach right, sittin’ on my beach towel I heard a bitch scream, it sounded like a big ‘ahhhh’ I though ‘hmmm,’ Kerser to the rescue? I let the bitch drown, I had to use the restroom No wonder parents ain’t let the kids listen up Hey kids, sniff glue and you can say cunt Don’t listen to the teachers, don’t even stay in school But if we talkin’ bout my daughter we got different rules She a princess and I have double standards Ok my aims done, I pissed off all the parents What about the other night, I was eating mushrooms I tripped the fuck out and hit my missus with a dust broom Mumma god I’m sorry babe, I don’t know what was happening I know I promised you, I wouldn’t say it in a rap again But I did as I wheelie on a push bike I don’t even know these rappers names or what they look like Bitches get your tits out, put your fuckin hands up All my real song just time for us to stand up I made this for the radio, I hope I get the airplay Cunt, clitoris, fuck I wasn’t meant to swear mate Bitches get your tits out, put your fuckin hands up All my real song just time for us to stand up I made this for the radio, I hope I get the airplay Cunt, clitoris, fuck I wasn’t meant to swear mate This the part where I’m gettin’ on my sad stuff And have a sook like my life isn’t adding up Here’s a tablet bruh, look into the camera Now take a photo, you’re lookin’ like an amateur Shut the fuck up, my rappin’ like a nail bomb Imma drop it all off at an ass salon Bitches runnin’ now, you could say I nailed ‘em And I wonder why the public keep hatin’ man Bitches get your tits out, put your fuckin hands up All my real song just time for us to stand up I made this for the radio, I hope I get the airplay Cunt, clitoris, fuck I wasn’t meant to swear mate Bitches get your tits out, put your fuckin hands up All my real song just time for us to stand up I made this for the radio, I hope I get the airplay Cunt, clitoris, fuck I wasn’t meant to swear mate From Letras Mania