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letra de if mozart was a trapstar - arsx

[intro: arsx]
(av with that drip!)
type sh-t! (yuh! yuh!)
you know how the f-ck we rockin’! (hahaha!)
yuh, ayy (arsx!), yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah!

[verse 1: arsx]
20 racks in my backpack, glock to his top
muhf-cka’ like a snapback, flashback
prolly [?] selling crack-pack
but i f-cked around and played my cards right, blackjack
poker sh-t, i’m on the colder sh-t, my sh-t is polar b-tch
i’m rollercoasterin’ these older kids and they be noticin’
they jealous of me, wan’ take it from me, she said she love me
that shawty gone, they talk about me but on they chats they be gettin’ [?]
[?] goin’ demon, f-cked her for no reason
shawty hot like thе caribbean but she puerto rican
i’m a god, just likе morgan freeman, but they still be sleepin’
wake ’em up, once i’m at the top, my mission completed
wildin’, she said “fly me to the island!” i said, “b-tch, you think i’m stupid? why the f-ck you even tryin’?”
started lyin’, going off like a siren, and my rollie perfect timing
i’m a giant, b-tch, i’m risin’, this lil’ arsx on my f-ck sh-t
[chorus: arsx]
if mozart was a trapstar, he’d be in the backyard
bussin’ out these p-ssies with attack bars
you get clapped hard, leave your body in the scr-pyard
then run up bands like a motherf-ckin’ track-star

[bridge: arsx]
if mozart was a trapstar, he’d be in the backyard
bussin’ out these p-ssies with attack bars
you get clapped hard, leave your body in the scr-pyard
then run up bands like a motherf-ckin’ track-star

[verse 2: salemk-ma]
flex on these b-tches, i’m robbin’ yo’ coat
she put in my d-ck in her mouth and she choke
p-ssy boy actin’ he rich, but he broke
nah, i am serious before it was joke
y’all just keep sleepin’, y’all just need to get woke
none of y’all really be wantin’ the smoke
you takin’ my hoe, but she want you for coke
i just be chillin’, i’m tokin’ my [?]
[?]

[verse 3: salemk-ma]
[?]
[bridge 2: salemk-ma]
if mozart was a motherf-ckin’ trapstar
he’d be [?], ayy
emo b-tch got wrists cut
big b-lls like mother f-ckin’ [?]

[chorus: arsx]
if mozart was a trapstar, he’d be in the backyard
bussin’ out these p-ssies with attack bars
you get clapped hard, leave your body in the scr-pyard
then run up bands like a motherf-ckin’ track-star (perfect!)

[outro: arsx]
ayy!

- arsx

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