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letra de ca$eyjone$ - bones

[verse 1]
young jeff hardy, swanton bombing
i’m comin’ down like owen hart but i ain’t f-cking fallin’
i’d rather fall in style, so you may call it fly
but i don’t like to use these words other people like
i’d rather that you hate me, your girl she want to rape me
she say that i’m the best but i ain’t really into labels
voted in school number one most hated
voted in life most likely to f-ckin’ make it so i made it b-tch
now take it, don’t fake it, i know you f-ckin’ like it
18 livin’ life how i motherf-ckin’ wanna
y’all sittin’ at your moms wishing you could get out
can’t relate, left the house when i turned 16, f-ck you talkin’ bout
fresh up out the slaughterhouse, fire-young dragon mouth
jean jacket, shredded pants, casey jones in the house
the heat in the drought, the breeze in the night
the weed in the blunt and the flame to make it light
breakin’ these necks and i’m gettin’ respect
cuttin’ these b-tches like cuttin’ these checks
and i’m f-ckin’ these beats like i’m f-ckin’ my b-tch
and i’m f-ckin’ my b-tch like i’m bustin’ my clip
like ‘bang, bang’ and reload it, i c-ck back then i shoot it
see, i’m a night rat till i o.d or some sh-t real stupid
it’s like these females think i’m cupid, they always actin’ goofy
b-tch i don’t f-ckin’ like you therefore i don’t want to do it
ho i pull up in that prowler, blunt lit loud up
in the backseat, rollin’ bo’s up, my graveyard too piled up
they tell me stop smokin’, but i don’t give a f-ck
throw a middle finger up, f-ck you and your f-ckin’ god
b-tch i pray to myself, i am the most highest
these rappers they say they smokin’ but we know they f-cking lying
they just trying to appeal to the kids, well b-tch i am one
hot sauce flow, breakin’ ankles like and-1
kidnap the beat, leave a note for ransom
young heartbreak kid, b-tch your mom think i’m handsome

- bones

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