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letra de virgil - casanova

[intro: casanova]
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
ha
thanks, ugly god

[chorus: ugly god]
off-white shirt, but the shoes don’t match
do what i want, so i can’t get attached
the both of my pockets got rickity racks
yeah, she let me beat from the back, yeah
she know i’m the sh-t, that’s facts
n-ggas act dumb, let me pull up where they at
bet he gon’ run when i ratatat tat
if i don’t got a gun, bet a n-gga get slapped (no cap)
(bah, woo, yeah, come here, woo, woo, woo, yeah, gang, gang, gang, gang)
i’m gon’ need them bands when i come through (when i come through)
yeah, i’m gon’ do my dance, now how ’bout you? (now how ’bout you?)
yeah, and i don’t need no new friends, i need them blues
got too many opps, don’t know what to choose
(gang, gang, gang, gang)

[verse 2: casanova]
i got a gun on my waist, security, n-ggas is [?]
i heard an opp in the place, so bodies is dropping today (i know he in here)
i see the look on your face, you n-ggas is feelin’ a way
i got some blood on my j’s when i shot that boy in the face
stupid ass n-gga, these off-whites
tryna reach for my chain? n-gga, you playin’
you don’t even care about your own life (nah)
slide to the left, slide to the right
my n-ggas spin it like all night
got more shooters than fortnite
you don’t even know what it feel like
you don’t even know what it drill like (ahaha)
[chorus: ugly god & duke deuce]
off-white shirt, but the shoes don’t match
do what i want, so i can’t get attached
the both of my pockets got rickity racks
yeah, she let me beat from the back, yeah
she know i’m the sh-t, that’s facts
n-ggas act dumb, let me pull up where they at
bet he gon’ run when i ratatat tat
if i don’t got a gun, bet a n-gga get slapped (no cap)
(bah, woo, yeah, come here, woo, woo, woo, yeah, gang, gang, gang, gang)
i’m gon’ need them bands when i come through (when i come through)
yeah, i’m gon’ do my dance, now how ’bout you? (now how ’bout you?)
yeah, and i don’t need no new friends, i need them blues (what the f-ck?)
got too many opps, don’t know what to choose
(gang, gang, gang, gang)

[verse 2: duke deuce]
(bhz, bhz, bhz, bhz)
f-u-c-k-e-d, e-u-c-e
(bhz, bhz, bhz, bhz)
i’m the king of crunk, and i put it on a g
(bhz, bhz, bhz, bhz)
and don’t bring that bullsh-t down south
and get your ass memphis stomped
(bhz, bhz, bhz, bhz)
it’s lookin’ like i got junkers, all my pockets got the lumps
(bhz, bhz, bhz, bhz)
don’t let them rappers gas you up and get you hit by my lil’ pump
[?] rockin’ all black, but don’t ever confuse us as punk
f-ggot, b-tch, i’m fresh to death, i should sleep up in a casket
let this n-ggas have it, i’m a savage
[chorus: ugly god]
off-white shirt, but the shoes don’t match
do what i want, so i can’t get attached
the both of my pockets got rickity racks
yeah, she let me beat from the back, yeah
she know i’m the sh-t, that’s facts
n-ggas act dumb, let me pull up where they at
bet he gon’ run when i ratatat tat
if i don’t got a gun, bet a n-gga get slapped (no cap)
(bah, woo, yeah, come here, woo, woo, woo, yeah, gang, gang, gang, gang)
i’m gon’ need them bands when i come through (when i come through)
yeah, i’m gon’ do my dance, now how ’bout you? (now how ’bout you?)
yeah, and i don’t need no new friends, i need them blues
got too many opps, don’t know what to choose
thanks, ugly god
(gang, gang, gang, gang)

[instrumental break]

- casanova

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