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letra de ski-mask - datacat

[intro]
i got my ski-mask on
trying to cut it up the product in between black stones

[verse 1]
snorting lines in a pentagram, a drip of [?]
i got a bundle on it, f-ck you mean you don’t f-cking want it?
it’s mr. “hog tie your daughter up”
how many ways can rape and manslaughter touch?
you’ll never be as hard as us, i’m from a f-cking place where they paint with the martyr’s blood
veins hotter than [?]
t–th grind together like the pestle in the mortar, son
reptile pupils, i look like jim morrison
acid tablet tapping, i just need one more of ’em
and i swear i’ll do a score for fun
i like the scenery, [?] be where ethan be
i’m in his head
and i’ll be here until the kid is dead
she think he different
i can’t wait until she sees he’s non-existent

[hook]
i got my ski-mask on
trying to cut it up the product in between black stones
lacing blunts what i’m smoking, ain’t no weed that strong
trying to cut it up the product in between black stones

[verse 2]
i keep a b-tch named chelsea
i’m tired of hearing sh-t like, “let me go,” and, “f-cking help me”
ain’t n0body here, who you trying to f-cking tell, me?
f-ck that sh-t you [?] me
yo, datacat is f-cked up
puffing on a shoad, the hard skin thick as armored cars
bodies in apartment [?] you with syndicate
get yo wig split backwards just for f-cking with the god
ain’t no puffing on cigars, black market sh-t
she ain’t got a name, just a black market wrist
low-profile face, high-profile fl!cks
i don’t know, but she ain’t seen a dime, i squirted on them t-ts
talking sh-t’ll get yo b-tch scooped up
you f-cking need some proof, huh?
take his chains and them f-cking ugly navy blue chucks
it’s thug sh-t, i gut him, hang him up, cook the cutlets

- datacat

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