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letra de badmind - african child (ac)

[chorus]
they don’t want to see me make it, nuh-uh
badman p-ssy gets shoot
why you hating on me
they don’t want to see me make it, nuh-uh
badman p-ssy gets shoot
why you hating on me

[verse]
glad i’m not a shotter
but i rob shotters
smoke weed ’til my lung collapse, there you go
best rapper ’round here, and i’m switching flows
i’m not just a rapper, aka ‘the bodysn-tcher’
the silencer on the mac is longer than pinocchio’s nose
v.i.p., i’m on the guest list and i’m laying low
the bottles come with the sparklers, and i’m saying ‘yo’
more lies on me, something like 2pac shakur
baby i smell nice, i smell nice, tom ford
blood i’ll kick you in your face, call me jean-claude
my family needs me, yeah i swear i’m the only striker
i’ll aim for your head, ’round here we shoot to k!ll
no steven spielberg, nah my life is real
seven years in them cells, how do you think i feel
g.o.d. down the block, that’s where i learned my sk!lls
you’re not real, you’re like a window – i can see through you
i put a hit on the screw, watch and cover, we’ll do you
a.c., fly boy, chicks wanna do me
my soul’s been adopted, from the man above
i could have died in a car crash but you saved me, god
f-ck the devil, he’s a liar, nah he will snake you
i put congo on my back, nah that sh-t won’t break me
i’m too strong, i’m too strong, that’s how god made me
f-ck illuminati, picture me in a new bugatti
tottenham waiting, find me
all my youngers reckless, they will sn-tch a necklace
five stars, hotel, champagne for breakfast
with above light
she’s got a big back and a tight p-ssy
blood i love p-ssy, but i’m not a p-ssy
you ugly, you f-cker mustafa
i know i’ll k!ll him if his name is mustafa
f-ck around, i swear i’ll catch a felony
her p-ssy was tight because of melanie
he was crying in the park, was it –
i ain’t scared, i ain’t scared of my enemies
i’m a [?], keep clapping to the pair of me
you wanna at them like you never heard of me
couple of my dogs there are in the cemetery
you wanna act up, get clapped, slapped up, stabbed up
i’m not jamaican but bloodclart!
what

[chorus]
they don’t want to see me make it, nuh-uh
badman p-ssy get shoot
why you hating on me
they don’t want to see me make it, nuh-uh
badman p-ssy get shoot
why you hating on me

- african child ac

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