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letra de are ya winnin'? - bruhmanegod

are ya, are ya winnin’?
oh, oh, oh
guess the money make me happy, right?

are ya winnin’ son?
ain’t even alive, what you think?
say i’m doin the most i don’t think i did enough
you got evil inside
givin it all to the ghost, a toast to gettin up
yeh, yeh
i think i heard you b-tch enough
ima handle this neutrally
if i say we not friends please don’t shoot at me x_x
f-ck the hate i’m growin beautifully
they don’t wan see it
they use the internet so i keep em muted
researchin me like a student
if you listenin you prolly stupid
i swear to the christian god
try to refute it, dm me a joke
everything’s gettin hot
and i don’t like humans
leave me alone

awful ugly how they want me
i no longer feel like f-ckin rhyming
i’ll see yo ass at the potluck
(it’s next thursday, if you late i swear to god!)
i remember when i had a lot of love
wastin time bein young, k!llin ourselves
we older now, we still k!llin ourselves

tobacco out the bowl, f-ck it, i’m crazy
feel like an outsider, feel like an orphan
just one of those days i wish i was aborted
i only get paid if you think i’m important
that sh-t sordid
f-ck it, force this course of torment
it’s not a game, it’s a tournament
you got it all, and you whorin it
i feel like eno
i wanna rip out ya throat with my jaw
¿tienes hambre, putana?
go make a keynote on how i’m a dog
i’m bumpin kino @blckk
i’m at the lot and i’m dodgin the sheriff
i bought my own pot so you know i ain’t sharin
unless you my friend or unless you my parents
i’m f-ckin hot like the smoke in my larynx
i forgot that i gotta forget about carin
i forget i go out on a walk and i scare em
all these artists just want what i’m not, it’s apparent
ima fall to my knees and then grab the katana
i ain’t ashamed of the way i was brought up
feel like since99 and nle choppa
i feel like jasiah singin the opera
i feel like yussuf feel like hamza
you feel like smokin? i don’t wanna
polite as f-ck but i’m the wrong one
bruhmane, bruh, look what you gone done
i f-ck wit houston that’s my top city
keep these spiders that i got wit me
cuz i know that they would not let me
(do some bullsh-t right?)

awful ugly how they want me
i no longer feel like f-ckin rhyming
i’ll see yo ass at the potluck
(you better bring food or you better not come at all!)
i remember when i had a lot of love
wastin time bein young, k!llin ourselves
we older now, we still k!llin ourselves

- bruhmanegod

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