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letra de nightmares (remix) - deddreamer

[intro]
f-ck it, i’m doing a no hook
throwaway
speaking of throwaways
that b-tch one of them, know what i’m sayin’?

[verse]
she ain’t on my wrist, but she wanna cuddle, shakin’ a b-tch like a quake
they get stoned in that b-tch, i call ‘em some rubble, keep playin’ with me
you get popped like a bubble, two b-tches on deck, i keep ‘em on double
the hoes look the same, i got ‘em mixed up like a muddle, uh, b-tch
if he wanna play, he gettin’ that piece like a puzzle, he get buried in silencе
not talkin’ a shovel, stop actin’ like you been through struggles
i ain’t got that drac’ on mе as of now, but, b-tch, we can tussle, i’m smackin’ her cake
woulda thought it was funnel, he feel like lebron, ‘cause he moved to l.a., i’m callin’ him russell
he wanna throw hands, he a lover like aubrey, i get wavy with sh-t
put you in a trance, they callin’ me godly, brought the gun to the game
findin’ that b-tch, we finna catch us a body, livin’ in ‘partments
they still will be whippin’ a ‘rari, beam a f-ckin’ p-ssy up like scotty
see me on a track from now on, b-tches get bodied, d-mn, she got a body
throw it back, b-tch! you know she suck d-ck, she a thottie
i keep ‘em at bay like passamaquoddy, wait, uh, b-tch
i’ma switch it on you b-tches, like adam at first, he ain’t got the britches, i’m gettin’ across
don’t need no bridges, blind as a bat, that b-tch’ll be pitchin’ like juice, i know i’m a demon
but b-tch, i’m a christian, servin’ ‘em smoke, breaths i’ll be dishin’
she on the pole, not talkin’ ‘bout fishin’, your girl a ho, that b-tch she be kissin’
11:11, that b-tch’ll be wishin’, i’m wishin’ to spittin’, b-tches be itchin’ (throwaway)
he a rat, i’ll slide like a snake, b-tch, i’ll be hissin’
just like a mouse, the gun’ll be cl!ckin’, keep ‘em on schedule, ain’t no dismissin’
i’m makin’ a mark, gave her a hickey, like soccer, me and your girl’ll be kickin’ it
f-ckin’ these ho’s, b-tch, i be pimpin’, they get to hatin’, but i keep on spittin’
what’s crazy is that they do not know me, titties are poppin’, she trying to blow me
d-mn, boy, i thought you was my homie, my eyes like a hawk
they callin’ me tony, i skate on them p-ssies, you is a phony
i treat her like dirt, she stickin’ like mud, now she tryna phone me, that’s crazy
yes, i’m a dreamer, but b-tch, i’m a nightmare, i caught that b-tch lackin’, that p-ssy was right there
i faded his sh-t, he cryin’, but i think it’s quite fair
b-tch, i ain’t drake, i do not provide care, i shattered her heart like some glass
is that all you got? p-ssy, i’m havin’ that vision like glasses, i’m not wearing eyewear
i’m jumpin’ her walls, i’m shootin’ some webs like maguire, workin’ ‘til midnight
shout-out to jabez and b. wells. i call him out on every d-mn lie that he tells
i’m not from this world, i’m a perfect warrior, you can call me cell
he trappin’, guess how many ounces that he sells? woah
i ain’t judgin’ lives, but i’m not smg, you talkin’ that sh-t
only dropped one song, sh-t gets edgy, shut it, lil’ p-ssy
or you gon’ get hit with this semi’, “he falls to his knees and cries,” any f-cks? i don’t give any
i been in this sh-t for a minute, you just an f.n.g., b-tch

- deddreamer

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