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letra de enm - biever boys

[verse 1: nuberius]
i f-ck on your girl
i f-ck on your bands
i f-ck up your mans
this n-gg-’s a trans
i come with sauce
got diamonds like ross
they water like voss
they bling when i walk

boi, what you see?
riches and b-tches, got nothing for free
nothing you buy, it ain’t worth more than me
p-ss to the bros, dump that sh-t in the street
listen to me, ayy

i got your girl, take her up in my crib
undressing once, let the workload begin
she say come get it, bout to go in
pull out one time, just survived the deep end

hit her one time with that kissy kissy
this b-tch be wild, she sicky sicky
clappin’ that -ss, ‘cause she freaky freaky
i ain’t complaining, no picky picky

[verse 2: e-trex]
this b-tch is gross like icky vicky (eww)
f-ck her one time, now she want my hickeys
oink oink, b-tch, i’m a hippy piggy (b-tch)
drip from the tip, sh-t could make you trippy

[verse 3: holuma]
boi, i touch down in a different city
touch on yo b-tch when she sippy sippy
out of my river like mrs. sippy
gave her pneumonia she sicky sicky

these boys wearing comme des garcons
need to go calm the f-ck down
come on yo b-tch, she come round
up to my place, she gone come put her face to the ground
b-tch

[verse 4: e-trex]
n-gg-, your b-tch playing all of my songs, now she turned on
and now she donning a gown
b-tch, i’m a dog, f-ck all the blogs
pull out (the bleh) got your b-tch goin down

[verse 5: skylarallen]
burning that sh-t to the ground
i might take over the town
all from the sound
f-ck with me i make you drown
i cut your head for the crown
bring it around
rip you to pieces i bounce
smoking an ounce
came from the north to the south
b-tch, you don’t know what i’m bout
i’m bringing em out
everyone better get down
who you really know goin’ coast to coast
i keep the scope up when i hit the flow
came through tryna rock the boat
it’s war time, motherf-cker, better lock and load
venom when i talk, but it help me do my job
said f-ck a blog, i don’t need your promo
run it back then i play it slow mo
connected every dot
on the road, it’s so cold

[verse 6: krayda]
counting my bullets, contingency planned
y’all trying to act like you running the game
money and cars and clubs and bars
i’m hailing from mars, y’all one in the same

yuh, you might just drown in my wave
i be the kitchen you making a plate
yuh, bit, you been digging your grave
think you run the court, i’m making the play

i been creeping up like a ghost
paranormal with the flow
have you speaking in tongues
y’all don’t want any smoke

light the match, make you choke on your toke
you won’t see me like i’m wearing a cloak
no suicide squad, bit, you a joke
you peasants excused, the king has just spoke

- biever boys

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