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letra de bo cruz - brezden

[intro]
huh, what the h-ll?
how?
(it’s hokatiwi)
haha
what the h-ll?

[chorus]
feel it in the air like beanie
rich teenager, never had a martini
she could make a d-ck dissapear, houdini
b-tches look at b and get to strippin’ to a ‘kini
you the type to, uh, d-mn (what?)
you the type to eat a hotdog, no bun, straight weenie
i’m the type to make a b-tch wish to a genie
five star faded, eatin’ shrimp, linguine

[verse 1]
five star faded, entrées keep comin’
talkin’ to myself, get the pape’, keep thumbin’
pay a couple racks, pop up, brez summon
faded in thе booth, f-ck around, start hummin’ (hm), huh
f-ck around, start crumpin’
faded with your b-tch, f-ck around and start humpin’
beatin’ up the p-ssy, soundin’ likе a car bumpin’
brodie got a knife but he ain’t ever car pokin’
i don’t start nothin’, no
i don’t start sh-t but i finish in your b-tch face
old as h-ll and you can’t up a ten, you a disgrace
shawty touchin’ on me, you would think that somethin’ misplaced
back then, i was really broke, got a big brace
bro mad, takin’ sh-t for real like a kid’s race
been him, took a couple os in sixth grade
eyes low, givin’ out the game like a sensei (what the h-ll?)
[chorus]
feel it in the air like beanie
rich teenager, never had a martini
she could make a d-ck dissapear, houdini
b-tches look at b and get to strippin’ to a ‘kini
you the type to, uh, d-mn (what?)
you the type to eat a hotdog, no bun, straight weenie
i’m the type to make a b-tch wish to a genie
five star faded, eatin’ shrimp, linguine

[verse 2]
faded rockin’ fly sh-t, everything new
gave your b-tch a zip and told her roll me up a few
hotboxin’ in the winter, ain’t no smokin’ in the stu’
top floor of the penthouse, i’m smokin’ with a view
i’m like who in the f-ck would f-ck with me?
lot of fast money, rain it up abruptly
l!ckin’ on me like a blunt, she stuck with me
had to put the backwoods down, they yuck to me
loose leaf, slapwood, best out of both worlds
your sh-t suck, when i hear it, make my toes curl
splurgin’ on sweatshirt, i don’t know earl
i don’t gotta dance, up a knot, make a ho twirl
up a knot, won’t believe what a ho do
ballin’ hard, drippin’ overseas like i’m bo cruz
shout out quan, pushin’ keys on her pro tools
i’ve been workin’ hard, i ain’t sza, ho, i don’t snooze
[outro]
i don’t snooze
yeah, i’ve been workin’ hard, i ain’t sza, i don’t-, yeah
b-tch, i ain’t sza, i don’t snooze, haha
ballin’ overseas like i’m bo cruz
but i ain’t even overseas but my clothes are from overseas
ha

- brezden

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