Fraudzilla Lyrics – Devon Brent
Singer: Devon Brent
Title: Fraudzilla
I’mma kill this sh#t
Cook cook cook cookin up the crack, i got the cookie fat
Okay, i got these b#tches comin back, they on the pookie pack
Okay i got this sh#t so f#ckin dope b#tches don’t know
That i put the fentanyl in the coke bro
I been comin so dirty with it, dirty with it
b#tches from my hometown, blow me when they “heard he did it”
When they heard he did it, no they ain’t believe it
Til they got down on their knees and they start receiving
The sermon, the s#men, i’m dosin out the demons
Sip thе blood of christ and wash it down, this cracker’s schemin
Oh my god, i’m a muh f#ckin fraud yeah
Evеrything i spit is straight a façade yeah
I’mma kill this sh#t everytime that i’m in the booth
Like i’m under oath, i’mma spit the truth
To these f#ckin youth, with the metal detectors in their f#ckin schools
Like they was detectives, they got the sleuths
See that’s the truth
Yeah that’s the truth and it’s sad but it’s true
I been back up in this b#tch with the freestyles every f#ckin morning
And i’m killin this sh#t, i got these f#ckers all mourning
At the wake of the beat’s funeral yeah
I’m actin rash like ivs, numerals
Talkin roman bro, i’m a gladiator
Yeah he ate the p#ss#, no regrets: he glad he ate her
I been lookin for a biddie who will take a toungin
But i’m busy spittin witty when i’m f#ckin comin
I love the f#ckin drumset, i love the bass and snare
Call the snare a trap, homie yeah i been there
Cook cook cookin up the crack, i got the cookie fat
Okay, i got these b#tches comin back, they on the pookie pack
Okay i got this sh#t so f#ckin dope b#tches don’t know
That i put the fentanyl in the coke bro
I been comin so dirty with it, dirty with it
b#tches from my home town, blow me when they “heard he did it”
When they heard he did it, no they ain’t believe it
Til they got down on their knees and they start receivin
The sermon, the s#men, i’m dosin out the demons
Sip the blood of christ and wash it down, this cracker’s schemin
Oh my god, i’m a muh f#ckin fraud yeah
Everything i spit is straight a façade yeah
I been comin with the wordplay
Writin rhymes turnin up on a thursday
Smokin blunts… i quit the liquor
I quit the booze but i’d still probably lick a…
p#ss#… i love the p#ss#
Kick a b#tch in the c#nt we playin footsie
I don’t p#ss#foot nah, that’s an old eminem bar
Killin sh#t with my fam like i’m benoit
Cause i’m wrestlin, with these thoughts homie
Voices in my head, imaginary thots homie
Imaginary girlfriends, yeah you f#ckin get it
But the strip club, is where i’m f#ckin headed
Cook cook cookin up the crack, i got the cookie fat
Okay, i got these b#tches comin back, they on the pookie pack
Okay i got this sh#t so f#ckin dope b#tches don’t know
That i put the fentanyl in the coke bro
I been comin so dirty with it, dirty with it
b#tches from my home town, blow me when they “heard he did it”
When they heard he did it, no they ain’t believe it
Til they got down on their knees and they start receiving
The sermon, the s#men, i’m dosin out the demons
Sip the blood of christ and wash it down, this cracker’s schemin
Oh my god, i’m a muh f#ckin fraud yeah
Everything i spit is straight a façade yeah
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