CAME WIT DEM THANGS FREESTYLE lyrics

by

Ayesha Erotica


[Intro: Daniel Dahmer]
Look, yeah, b*tch
Uh, it's Daniel Dahmer
Shout out to my baby mama, you know what I'm sayin'
Shout out Hoodrat Spice, I see you girl
Ha, ugh, yeah, b*tch
Pow-pow-pow

[Verse 1: Daniel Dahmer & Hoodrat Spice]
I done came with them thangs (Pow-pow-pow-paw)
I done came with them thangs, ayy (Pow-pow-pow-paw)
You see the big-ass chain? Yeah (Pring)
You see the champion ring? (Pring)
I feel like Lebron James when I come through (Pow-pow-pow-paw)
'Cause I done came with them thangs
Everybody sees me, they try to hate, ugh (f*ck y'all!)
Because I'm doin' my thang (Doin' my thang, huh)
You see the champion ring? (Pring)
Yeah, b*tches try to get up in my car
They give me brain (Stuntin' on these hoes)
But I ain't playin' like that
I got the AK-47 so I'm spraying (Pow-pow-pow-paw)
Ugh, yeah I got thе choppa
I done came with the Grammy
Lookin' likе a tranny in my fanny, fanny pack
I'm countin' stacks, I don't give a f*ck (Oh, I am)
'Bout to bring it back
Yeah, smoking crack (Haha)
Ugh, ugh, yeah, yeah b*tch (Suck my di*k)
I came with them thangs (Came with them thangs)
Yeah, b*tch (Pow-pow-pow-paw)
You see the big-ass chain
See the big-ass chain?
I done came with them thangs
'Cause I, 'cause I came with them thangs
Daniel Dahmer
I got these b*tches giving me brain (Suck my di*k)
While I'm screaming "f*ck yo mama" (f*ck yo mama, b*tch)
f*ck the police (f*ck the police)
I don't give a f*ck (666)
Yeah, I'm still yelling, saying "f*ck peace" (f*ck peace)
It's a raw freestyle, so you can like it or not
And if not, you can lick my as*h*le
I'm 'bout to call my ho (Come on b*tch, what's up b*tch?)
Yeah, she creeped up the backdoor with the .44 (Pow-pow-pow-paw)
Ugh, b*tches, haha
You can suck on my di*k if you ain't liking my sh*t (Suck my di*k, what)
Yeah, shout out to Hoodrat Spice (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Kill that sh*t, girl
Come on, I wanna see you
I wanna see you kill that sh*t, girl (Brrruh)
You know I love you (Uh, uh, uh)
[Verse 2: Hoodrat Spice]
It's the Hoodrat Spice (It's the Hoodrat Spice, man)
b*tches think I'm mean
When I'm actually quite nice (I'm actually quite nice)
Let's think about it, unless you dissin' me (Diss)
Then you p*ssin' me off
Bruh, what you finna talk about? (What?)
You a studio gangster, ain't nothing to rap 'bout
Bruh, you ain't a murderer, b*tch
Last time I seen you on the streets is
When you went to go see Lilo and Stitch (Lilo and Stitch)
In theatres, in theatres
Because you know we the mothaf*ckin' pus*y eaters
No, just kidding bro, I'm rollin' off a bean
And you see me with my partner and you like
"Oh, that's that b*tch", "That's the Queen"
I'm that motherf*cking b*tch (Who the f*ck are you?)
You [?], I'm like motherf*ck a ho (Yes)
Hold on I'm finna take, get my cigarette, bro
Bruh, I done came with them thangs (I came with them, man)
What you talkin' 'bout?
I came with them thangs (I have done came with them thangs)
I done came with them motherf*cking things (Motherf*cking things, bruh)
Catch me sippin' Coolio off the motherf*cking bottle (sl*t)
See me in a Benzo and I'm driving full throttle (Meow)
Pedal to the motherf*cking medal
See me and my partner
And you know we going heavy metal (Metal)
Like Slayer, we finna slay your b*tch (Ne-ne-ne-now)
You see me with my partners and we diggin' up a ditch
For your b*tch
We hood rats, we bit rich, me and Kitt Katt (I got that [?])
Slanging bricks every day
You would think we was construction workers
Yeah, you know we lurkers
Load the banana clips into that f*cking choppa
(Brr-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa)
You see us and you like "Oh no, they finna, finna drop ya"
'Cause we finna drop you
[Outro: Hoodrat Spice]
Over here with Daniel, Daniel Dahmer
Yeah, we over here with Daniel Dahmer
Daniel motherf*cking Dahmer
Oh my god...
Ayo, Kitt Katt is fine though someone holler at her
For real doe
b*tch or dude, she don't care
Back it up
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