Letra da Música I'll Curb Stomp Your Auntie de Dead Beat Villain

What the fuck you talkin bout'
Pull to you momma house
What the fuck you talkin bout'
Pull to you momma house
What the fuck you talkin bout'
Pull to you momma house
What the fuck you talkin bout'
Pull to you momma house

I ain't with no motherfuckin pussy ass Twitter talk
Pull up on his set
Then I let my fuckin pistol talk
I ain't ever fuck with opps
Bitch I let his body drop
Body spit, shawty whipped
Ripped the grip, then body split
Pussy jit
They fuckin with villain cuz I'm fuckin sick
Mention on my name
Then I pull up and they fuckin dip
I ain't with these people that always try and run they lips
Mothafuckin hypocrites
Go ahead and cut ya wrists (aye)
(?) Cut like the snow (snow, snow, yuh, aye)
(?) Cut like the snow (aye, aye, yuh, aye)
My pistol that shit gonna blow (aye, aye, yuh, aye)
My pistol that shit gonna blow (aye)
My pistol that shit gonna blow (aye)

Pull to you momma house
What the fuck you talkin bout'
Pull to you momma house
What the fuck they talkin bout'
Pull to you momma house
What the fuck you talkin bout'
Pull to you momma house
What the fuck you talkin bout'
Pull to you momma house
What the fuck you talkin bout'
Pull to you momma house
What the fuck they talkin bout'
Pull to you momma house
What the fuck you talkin bout'
Pull to you momma house
What the fuck you talkin bout'