Fight Dykes Lyrics – Cashleaders
Singer: Cashleaders
Title: Fight Dykes
Oh aight
f#ck we so lovely i’ll f#ck you bi-monthly
Baby i be so crazy for you cause you amaze me
I got all this paper and all these haters
But baby for you i’ll be your waiter
All your life, i don’t give a f#ck
I just got a mic
And i’ll never wanna fight with you like i fight dykes
To look tough in front of other b#tches
I fight dykes in front of other b#tches to look tough
I don’t give no f#ck
Uhhh sex drugs and rap
I be in the trap
b#tches know i am attractive yeah
I’m a handle this my dicks flaccid
Still bigger than your whole entire f#cking rib
Oh sh#t, nibble on my dick like nibbler from futuramma
Yo girl is like osama tryna find the bombs
The weapons of mass dеstruction i bomb her
f#ckin know that i’m osama
Coming with them girls
Drugs cover likе i be on us
She’ll be on us
Two f#cking girls both lesbiannas woo
Girls on my dick and they know that i’m a rock this
I’m a rock their world
They’re my girl
Yeah i’m a make sure that i hit her curves
She’s in a mini skirt i’m a make her do many chores
Yes that’s work
Yeah she’s finna twerk
Yeah we finna get this b#tch and yes i’m finna jerk my sh#t
Cause we in a mosh pit and we f#cking her cl#t
Yes every n#gg#s in sh#t
I got 70 n#gg#s in this b#tch and we simply
All bust at the same time in her
Got a f#cking f#cked up baby
It has four arms and twelve legs what
Coming with this sh#t
b#tch swag is for fags
I don’t give no f#cks
We don’t care about nothing
Baby you can come here for some loving
I will f#ck your muffin
I will give you my stuffing
Till you f#cking coming
I love it i love this i love b#tches
Well i got no limits
I got all these f#cking minutes
To f#ck these b#tches but they all ratchet
And it’s like goddam i gotta grab a hatchet
Take another hoe you know how it goes
When they being cold
So you gotta take them out
What you gunna do
Listen to all that b#llsh#t coming out their mouth
Naw f#ck
I might just have to silence her
Put the uzi double clip silencer
Yes i got the rubber grip
She tries to slip away, sh#t
I might just have to spray hah
Spray a little bit
That’s just what i need to do
And i’m f#cking me and you
Run into yo club
Got a bomb strapped under my arm
Oh gaddamn back osam
Yes i got the bomb
Bigger than that sh#t bigger than the cl#t of yo mom
After giving birth to you
n#gg# i will merk yo crew
I am imperfect they call me hercules
What about you
I work the knees n#gg# get them f#cking g’s n#gg#
If you need that weed for the low you go see me n#gg#
Yeah n#gg#, n#gg#, n#gg#, n#gg#, n#gg#
For dope n#gg#s, n#gg#, n#gg# gon say n#gg# for real
And i got them n#gg#s n#gg#
Our n#gg# keep a n#gg#
My n#gg#s don’t got ya n#gg#
n#gg#, n#gg#, n#gg#, n#gg#
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