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letra de gyoza - blckbrd.

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[intro]
bounce

[chorus: blckbrd]
got your face between my t–th like dough when i smokin’ on gyoza
i’m the wool they throwing sheep like [?]
push like a bulldozer
put that offer on the table i’ma mull it over
you should dumb sh-t down your boy don’t wanna blow this over
this sh-t just composure

[?] smell like [?]
all them [?] lotions
that we coping that’s a reach
boy i barely know you
you always [?] like [?]
all these texts like roaches, it’s erection forming
i print all that dough since i creased all my forces
i just buy the coke wizz

[verse 1: blckbrd]
crack a code wanna meet my knuckles
when i fly they don’t check my duffle
gon’ break through tsa so i’m still wreckеd when i see the buckle
thе nine i don’t need their shovel
bark less bite i don’t like no muzzle
i’ve been looking over my shoulder off and i’m liable to pull muscles
so can we go for a hit that jews don’t eat
we knew she was chic gimme cap no zzs
some [?] to the world
don’t give me bigot they say l on gb
careful it could fall off
f-ckin’ funkos gettin’ popped off
y’all goin’ for the light
this moth can ask you imagine friends like forces

[pre-chorus: blckbrd]
they like opses
once the water start boiling
employment circuit bought a card
ain’t no weapon that gets me prospered
they like “long for dark” but i touch blow up
i got bombs for arms
when friends backstab it’s often narcs
it’s my coffin narc don’t look my way
that’s a problem son watch the [?] phone
you don’t got the heart

[chorus: blckbrd]
got your face between my t–th like dough when i smokin’ on gyoza
i’m the wool they throwing sheep like [?]
push like a bulldozer
put that offer on the table i’ma mull it over
you should dumb sh-t down your boy don’t wanna blow this over
this sh-t just composure
[?] smell like [?]
all them [?] lotions
that we coping that’s a reach
boy i barely know you
you always [?] like [?]
all these texts like roaches, it’s erection forming
i print all that dough since i creased all my forces
i just buy the coke wizz

[verse 2: outsiderx]
empty f-ckin’ body walkin’
trippin’ like a hit that ashin’
bp droppin’ heart be stoppin’
sacrificial premonition

catacomb, where my phone, you always f-ckin’ callin’
let my brain [?], take the skin off of my bones
but there’s somethin’ deep inside me that be eatin’ at my soul
i’m like jeffrey dahmer, bury all these bodies in my lawn

[outro]
[?]

- blckbrd

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