
Red Dead Ryan Lapham (Ft. Teenage Disaster)
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[Chorus: Teenage Disaster]
I just wanna fuck shit up
Dead in my pockets since you acting like a punk
Motherfuckers wanna start shit and they staring me down
Get your ass around, boy I run this town
[Verse 1: Teenage Disaster]
Did I fucking stutter, bitch
Get your ass back home you motherfucking snitch
I talk bad with a cig on my lips
Ride a couple miles, then I push you in a ditch
Red dead, eat lead while I make bread
Get head then I bust 'till your bitch fed
I got [?] in my carriage
Don’t fuck with hoes, bitch I save that shit for marriage (yucky)
[?] from the booth [?]
Robbing fucking banks, man I'm on TV
[Chorus: Teenage Disaster]
I just wanna fuck shit up
Dead in my pockets since you acting like a punk
Motherfuckers wanna start shit and they staring me down
Get your ass around, boy I run this town
[Verse 2: Lil Bog Weed]
It's me, baddest dude on the mic
Chillin, I feel it, you gon’ cream
Bitch didn't mind the double D
Yeah, Lil Bog Weed stood no chance
Step in my cream, just make your bitch dance
Sit, I shit taking a deuce
Dick so big, I'm hung like a noose (For real)
Yeah I'm a dude, but I got that booty
Fuck being cool, you know I'm a cutie (ooh)
(Yeeeh haw)
I just wanna fuck shit up
Dead in my pockets since you acting like a punk
Motherfuckers wanna start shit and they staring me down
Get your ass around, boy I run this town
[Verse 1: Teenage Disaster]
Did I fucking stutter, bitch
Get your ass back home you motherfucking snitch
I talk bad with a cig on my lips
Ride a couple miles, then I push you in a ditch
Red dead, eat lead while I make bread
Get head then I bust 'till your bitch fed
I got [?] in my carriage
Don’t fuck with hoes, bitch I save that shit for marriage (yucky)
[?] from the booth [?]
Robbing fucking banks, man I'm on TV
[Chorus: Teenage Disaster]
I just wanna fuck shit up
Dead in my pockets since you acting like a punk
Motherfuckers wanna start shit and they staring me down
Get your ass around, boy I run this town
[Verse 2: Lil Bog Weed]
It's me, baddest dude on the mic
Chillin, I feel it, you gon’ cream
Bitch didn't mind the double D
Yeah, Lil Bog Weed stood no chance
Step in my cream, just make your bitch dance
Sit, I shit taking a deuce
Dick so big, I'm hung like a noose (For real)
Yeah I'm a dude, but I got that booty
Fuck being cool, you know I'm a cutie (ooh)
(Yeeeh haw)
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