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letra de love in you - call me karizma

[intro]
i feel it’s about time (it’s time for what)
f-ck i’m hungry, sh-t (sh-t)

[verse 1]
all black, ballcap is off (is off)
fall back, you all laugh it off (laugh it off)
but my goal is not to approach this
whole situation [?] by a mob
of 13, 14, 15 year olds (come on)
running is the mist these [?]
i don’t love no one less
but sh-t, if you got a pen let’s show them br–sts (yess)
seriously though, no ring on the fing
so purity blow (yes, sir)
you got an ear so you hear me flow
radio, h-ll nah, i’ll be steering the boat
so far away from the cars and bays (yea)
i’ll only pack shows that’ll start at eight
otherwise, they can’t come, it’s probably late
they got to be home, because mommy paid
and also, i’m all so hard my sac hurts (ugh)
sorry, not sorry i’m backwards (haha)
and if you got a bone to pick (what’s that?)
that i rap and bone your chic
and you’re alone as your phonе goes cl!ck
just know i’m the as she blows my d-ck
[pre-chrous]
you’rе gross, oh you know the schtick
you should have known i’m a pro at the bogusness

[chrous]
i know it’s hard to explain
what’s going on in my brain
but if it all when away
i’d still be all love in you
sometimes i can’t comprehend
when i have lost all my friends
but i just know in the end
i’d still be all love in you

[verse 2]
what am i thinking? (thinking)
you’re a mud puddle i’m going to go sink in (sink in)
can’t quite see, so i’m blinking
i’m calling them hoes (hoes), but you know you’re the kink in it (you are)
stinker, you think that i’m dumb
you act so soft, like a mink or a rug
but you’re not, you’re as fake as my friends
you’re playing these games, but i’m playing to win
sin, sin a little more
go dive in, you skinny little wh0re
well, let’s be must be nice, beginning with the lips (mwah)
hope you don’t taste all the women that i’ve kissed
and isn’t it a b-tch (what?), that i do shows now
but i’m still not big, i’m still a kid with my goals
i just stack billions of my [?], not cash
but chocolate bars
i’m not in love with the hottest cars
but i will take a thousand broads
bras on stage, god this is great, as i thought so
look out for the coldest kid
nose coked-out, from the snow i sit-in
[pre-chrous]
you’re gross, oh you know the schtick
you should have known i’m a pro at the bogusness, so

- call me karizma

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