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letra de shade - baker cult

[intro: rocco bunko]
this just in, severe weather report for grafton, m-ss
we’re detecting m-ssive amounts of shade coming in
it’s gonna be a cold one folks

[verse 1: rover hoops]
don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t don’t you dare f-ck with my girl
if i catch yo -ss lurkin’ these hands go r-t-rded
cause i don’t play games with a f-ckboy
you soft as f-ck like the pillsbury doughboy
spray yo -ss down with the draco
i grew up in a place where they carrying a tec
and for you i ain’t never had respect
so just watch for your neck, yah yah
all you spoiled kids don’t know what it’s like to live the struggle
ever since you a yougin’ mama been grinding on the double
see you were born into the money with the spoon up in your mouth
i stayed boolin’ with my youngins had to watch out for myself
and yeah i never was gang banging but sh-t please don’t get it twisted
if you wanna f-ck with me i’ll come right out and get ballistic
you can miss me with the bullsh-t i’ll just throw it to the side
f-ck the subtweets boy be a man, go eye to eye
so you just wear your vineyard vines and keep them converse on your feet b-tch b-tch

[hook: rocco bunko]
s-h-a-d-e the bakers mobbin’ in the streets
we throw so much shade you think you find us in the trees
we throwing shade
we throwing shade
we throwing shade
don’t give a f-ck what you say

[verse 2: jooby lugs]
jooby, out of the grave
make you my slave
hit you with the one, two put you in a daze
next time say that sh-t to my face
don’t give a f-ck about race
put you in your place, place
rinse you with an all blue uzi
scucci, coogi
hunting for the coogi all day long tho
feeling bland just like a f-cking john doe (aye)
chilling with homies all day
smoking and sh-t got us so f-cking fazed
canada where i wish i was raised
maple syrup in my veins
aye, all we say is aye
richibucto what the f-ck is up with you (ooo)
coming through, coming through
i’m coming for you aye

[verse 3: bevins]
i’m f-cked up, are you f-cked up?
cause i’m f-cked up, let’s get f-cked up
drink more shots face down blunts
i’m faded need more drugs
these thots dense like good nugs
they dress up but all bluffs
they not hot they just sl-ts
not girlies call them thots
i’m sorry those my thoughts
get offended that’s your fault
and i’m not drunk, i’m f-cked up
call me f-cked up cause i’m f-cked up
and the sh-t that i say might be f-cked up
and i hope they get mad if i’m too rough
if i’m too rough, was i too rough?
nah nah nah nah nah

[hook: rocco bunko]
s-h-a-d-e the bakers mobbin’ in the streets (okay)
we throw so much shade you think you find us in the trees (we up there)
we throwing shade
we throwing shade (too much shade)
we throwing shade (yeah yeah)
don’t give a f-ck what you say

[verse 4: wavey davey]
these thotties man, they all be the same
ripped jeans on lock and white converse for days
thots ain’t loyal, they steady scheming
they love to play games you better believe me
i don’t f-ck with it, also grafton moms be talking all this sh-t
throw more shade and you’re gonna get f-cking hit
but first just let me take another rip of these good -ss chives
yeah, i gotta get more high
gotta throw all this shade that’s been on my mind
like all the times you wanted to hang but instead you just lied
now i just contemplate sad sh-t that’s been kept inside
some days i wanna die but i’ll push through alright
sad boy wanna vibe but you k!lled it with a fight
said you didn’t want to catch feelings but you’ll catch these hands tonight
we throwing shade
don’t give a f-ck what you say

[verse 5: stefan]
better back the back the f-ck up b-tch i ain’t feeling myself
got me f-cked up talking all that sh-t
i always knew you were a little snitch b-tch
i’m lit with rage can’t keep control of my brain
i need a way out, the only way out is a

- baker cult

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