Rape ur b*tch this is not a joke lyrics

by

Lil Darkie


[Eddison]
Imma beat beat beat beat beat beat beat beat beat beat beat that b*tch
Beat a n*gga b*tch
She gon' eat my kids
Imma break him like a stone
Rip off that sh*t
Gonna rape my b*tch

[Lil Darkie & Eddison]
Imma rape my b*tch
Imma rape my b*tch
Imma rape my b*tch
Imma rape my b*tch
I'm gon rape yo b*tch
Imma rape my b*tch
Imma rape my b*tch
Imma rape my b*tch
Imma rape my b*tch
Imma rape my b*tch
Imma rape my b*tch
Imma rape my b*tch
Imma rape my b*tch (uh, uh)
Imma rape my b*tch
Imma rape my b*tch
You gon rape yo b*tch
Imma rape my b*tch
Don't rape no another person's b*tch right now, b*tch
[Verse: Eddison & Darkie]
Only if she ask you
pus*y smell like cat food?
n*gga, I got a gat, too
If he talking sh*t, we gon' blast you
[?] on my haters, now
If you hear me squeaking on my Yeezy slides?
We're walking on the breeze, we glide
If he f*ck with my cheese, he gon' die
Well, I'm not my [?]
I'm in the trap selling pies
I'm on the crack, you see rise
I'm selling packs, they smelling nice
I got some pizza, do you want a slice?
And now her knees on the floor in the night
[?]

I go harder and I go hard
I got the molly, I got the bars
I got diamonds and expensive cars
Get your racks, n*gga
Don't worry 'bout ours
You're a b*tch
You're a retard
Your b*tch come back in ours
I beat the b*tch, I raped her hard
I took the cop off that n*gga car!
[Verse 2: Eddison]
I beat then b, now she seeing stars
And b*tch, I'm off marble bars
And she think it's 'huge', my di*k is large
And she'll think she'll never starve
I'm popping pills, I'm going hard
You hear that fire, the sound of alarm
I'm growing marijuana on a farm
The b*tch got pregnant, so I said "NARR!"
Ran her over with my lamborghini
Oh, your [?] is on TV
Im so rich, my pockets are cheesy
You think it's hard, it isn't so easy
I threw that b*tch against the TV
I said "b*tch, PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME"
I miss that b*tch, cause he pus*y creamy
I beat that b*tch over her man then see me

I'm abusive
I beat my b*tch, n*gga
You ain't gon' do sh*t
I need my b*tch till she lookin' stupid
My b*tch n*gga has some true sh*t
I'm smoking on dope, it smells putrid
My dog had balls, til he got nutrients
I asked for his money and I beat his ass if he refused it
Oh, I'm in a Chic-Fil-A
And this b*tch from Chic-Fil-A was telling me I can't get no Chic-Fil-A
And I was like "b*tch, give me my Chic-Fil-A"
She was just like "b*tch, ion got no Chic-Fil-A"
And I was like "At least let me get the Chic-Fil-A sauce"
And she was like "Ion got no Chic-Fil-A sauce"
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