letra de favorite song remix - boxstep
[verse 1: asher blunts]
shout out to my bottom b-tch
shout out to chardonnay
your girlfriend p-ssy stank, i f-cked that hoe the other day
shots fired, like we’re at the shooting range
getting money off these tracks like i robbed a train
i’m doper than my mom’s veins
put cocaine in her champagne
i’ll bomb that p-ssy like j-pan
and i still don’t know that b-tch’s name
shouts out to rick james
hit women and get chains
every time i’m up again i’m growing hotter than a super sayain
[hook]
this sh-t my favorite song, you just don’t know the words
but i still f-ck with you, you just ain’t never heard
it go like: count that stack, pop that cap then down that jack
all my n-ggas hit that zan, and all my ladies bounce that back
this my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam
i’m ’bout that jam, i’m ’bout that jam, i’m ’bout that jam, i’m ’bout that jam
this my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam
i’m ’bout that jam, i’m ’bout that jam, i’m ’bout that jam, i’m bout that jam
[verse 2: asher blunts]
stick my d-ck where potential is like that b-tch is pregnant
on the move like mexicans jumping over fences
k!ll myself like 911 i’m triple six offensive
illuminati anonymous i get internet suspended
i’m senseless with my sentences im sensing that you sensitive
i’m like naanking and aushwitz
raping tracks with expirement
i’m delirious she ain’t f-cking with me period
asher blunts and 8-bit y’all should probably take us serious
[hook]
this sh-t my favorite song, you just don’t know the words
but i still f-ck with you, you just ain’t never heard
it go like: count that stack, pop that cap then down that jack
all my n-ggas hit that zan, and all my ladies bounce that back
this my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam
i’m ’bout that jam, i’m ’bout that jam, i’m ’bout that jam, i’m ’bout that jam
this my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam
i’m ’bout that jam, i’m ’bout that jam, i’m ’bout that jam, i’m bout that jam
[verse 3: 8-bit]
8, that -ssh0l- rapper
that m-s-ch-stic master
smashing backs of cracker hoes and asking if they’ll call him after
m-st-rbating on top of bodies and blasting stratocasters
snapchatting fat b-tches and smoking crack ’cause that’s my sh-t
imma do dat, that’s a v6
but with a v8, you can’t hit this
tell saint nick i’m on yo wish list
get your favorite song in yo system
and these real bars in your veins
change the chemistry in your brain
release that ketamine for that dopamine and 8 blunts in that name
this that starving artist with no fame
i ain’t claiming karen carpenters name
but we just begun and we almost done
but that’s just 8-bit and his game
or 8-clips and his gang
and we boxsteppin on lames
rap a couple bars and we spitting for the dames
have them n-ggas like “hold up what the f-ck is he saying?”
watch his mouth, seal his lips
hold his tongue and squeeze that grip
actually while you at it just k!ll 8-clips
hold up motherf-cker i ain’t done yet b-tch
don’t try to k!ll me off when i’m on
gimme 16 bars and it’s on
grab that pack of blacks, and yo beats cds
and f-ck with me and asher blunts
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