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letra de 2040 - capital i

[intro]
i am here on behalf of
me, myself and i
i don’t represent anyone else
it’s just me doing me
[verse] (0:13)
when we f-ck she scream, “yeah!” like usher and ludacris
tryna hit it raw, wanna bust in her uterus
i don’t want your feature, you accustomed to ruin this
b-tch, i’m a student of the game but i’m new to this school
but i can reach where the bar be, like i’m skewing the q (bar-b-q)
think its funny now, not when i k!ll your crew in the booth
your style is free like doing a shoot for xxl magazine
that’s hard to drive like a computer reboot that’s subtle as h-ll, you’re data’s seen
by every hacker racking up factors to try to steal your info
from now on whatever happens just know they’ll be change when the wind blows
this year i’m coming for blood, you might want to change your sport then
n0body’s safe, all you little babies will get slain, abortion
this wasn’t even my beat, well guess what? it’s mine now
i don’t care for your house, even ‘fore the hype died down
you pushing up daisies, i’m not about the bouquet
celebs are two-faced, i’m more for the runner then the dude chased
call me a track star
you postin’ pictures on the gram, tryna act hard
i’m talking bout no one in particular
just hollywood as a whole (hole) has gone to sh-t, you heard
me right, i’m saying it
b-tches so fake these days
i bet half you hoes wear padding anyways
i guarantee my d-ck see cups (dixie cups) if i tried to titty f-ck
get it bruh? double entendre
triple if you include the fact that i’m a capricorn and you’re a mere leo (amelio)
but f-ck astrology
the only signs i care about are the ones that lead me to the studio
it’s true you know
talk sh-t, i’ll show you punks who hating (punctuation), period (talk to em)
silence is the eeriest, that’s why i never stop speaking
it should be clear he isn’t shutting up for nothing, it is not even
considered, i always talk my sh-t when i hop up on the microphone
hit em from across the pond, it’s face time, i call to see him (coliseum), f-ck a flight to rome
i condone this crazy behavior, that i hope will make me some paper
i know this flow is flavor for haters, f-ck your zoo, there’s no caging my nature
i love making illegal mixtapes, this the forbidden fruit
k!lling other artist’s beats is great, and i am living proof
that you can get away with anything when they don’t care to stop you
i am barely talked to, but on the mic i speak to myself
voices in my head telling me to say crazy sh-t
and i listen to em every time cause it’s amazing b-tch
all your followers are wack, see what your influence has ruined
screw you, i’ll drive these words into your mind, the only tool that i’m using
i’m the sharpest in the shed, the underdog barking when he’s fed
but i have no filter, my apologies, it may be awkward if i said
if i see addison rae, i’ma give her a wedgie
pull them panties up her fine ass, man them b-tches is stretchy
but i’m sweet, i’ll call her baby, while to me she would breastfeed
i just needa get a hit, ride her like it’s a jet ski
you could call me edgy, but she is just so s-xy
thinking bout all the things i’d do to her if she let me
man what am i saying
sometimes i surprise myself, i just get shocked rhyming
look me straight in the face and say that you’re not lying
like coi leray rapping that her family struggling
i wonder what “the source” of that comment was (haha)
rolling up at the party in the only benz she know (benzino) with mkto
saying, “oh man that was a classic throwback”
like going to time’s square and taking a picture of me with a kodak
but i ain’t talking bout that haitian boy
the president assassinated, i’m thinking what more can they destroy
anyway, i’m at the party and i’m looking for someone
to give me everything tonight and make sure everything is right
get them vibes set straight, we all know what we want
maybe i’ll hook up with one of those depressed emo sl-ts
in the corner talking with her friends like, “this party’s worthless”
everyone’s got their mask off, screaming “f-ck it, molly percins”
and i think that i might’ve just walked by charli twerkin’
this guy got too drunk, pulled down his pants, and started jerkin’
man what the f-ck? why these b-tches check him out, he’s bushy
i’m tryna get intimate with madison beer and go reckless in the p-ssy (yeah baby)
i am a tad crazy, but it’s alright cause life’s an even crazier b-tch
maybe ariana grande could show me god is a woman, my savior and sh-t
take turns switching in positions, ain’t no holding back
or maybe sza can kiss me more, and then i can doge the cat (doja cat)
i’m saying i’ll dog the p-ssy, for those who no comprendo
k!ll it the same way i k!lled this track, it’s dead, now slow the tempo

- capital i

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