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letra de fuck sake - blazer boccle

[chorus]
f-ck’s sake
man think they’re bad, they’re just fake
how many times i’ve lied, i couldn’t say
i hope they tell the truth man, one day
they’re not popular, they’re just bait
bare heads ring my phone, they want flake
stop ringing my phone, i’m on t’way
five minutes away lad, just wait
just wait, look mate
all you spit about’s risks you wouldn’t take
it’s not my birthday but i want cake
there’s nothing more that i love than my son’s face
but good p-ssy and food’s a good date
i make cats walk, runway
fam i never got caught, i took chase
i hear man talk nuff waste

[verse]
but man a got some mad g’s that i call brothers
and i got a black queen that i call mother
man i got bad b’s that i call muckers
and if i let the strap squeeze, man i cause ruckus
man i’ve got mad green, looking all flubber
catch man in the rave when he’s doing up clubber
i be in a gyal’s yard doing up rubber
you be in the bando doing up runner
and i be with my little baby, doing up gunna
tryna get brain, man our s-x cray, got her banging off the bed frame
let me explain, i don’t really have an endgame
but in my end days, i wanna say “i’ve had the best days”
my n-ggas press yay, f-ck a chest day
what’s a tricep worth? shanks dissect first
try step, know my hittas ride and burst
and i like gyal that like to flirt
cause i’m way too whooshy so don’t get pushy
cause i’m rolling with my mushy, it’ll turn a man duppy
yeah my beard looks bushy, that’s why the gyal get gushy
i could never die over p-ssy, pull it out and then i push it
whoosh it then i’m rushing to the exist, skinny but i’m not anorexic
give me all the money, i’m collecting, i never thought i’d get this
now the bright lights got me feeling epileptic
sitting in a dark room, feeling all eclectic
my style, i gotta trap effective
man, i make sh-t work like i’m electric
i was born ready like from birth i had a death wish
style i were blessed with, tried and tested
life try break me, weight on my shoulders hefty
i stand tall, i don’t ever stand corrected
if you’re gonna speak on me, please speak correctly
[chorus]
f-ck’s sake
man think they’re bad, they’re just fake
how many times i’ve lied, i couldn’t say
i hope they tell the truth man, one day
they’re not popular, they’re just bait
bare heads ring my phone, they want flake
stop ringing my phone, i’m on t’way
five minutes away lad, just wait
just wait, look mate
all you spit about’s risks you wouldn’t take
it’s not my birthday but i want cake
there’s nothing more that i love than my son’s face
but good p-ssy and food’s a good date
i make cats walk, runway
fam i never got caught, i took chase
i hear man talk nuff waste
lad i’m here up north, come play

- blazer boccle

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