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letra de lung cancer - drybus

[intro: drybus]
ayy, what’s up? uh huh
salutations
she want f-ck with me but i can’t use location yuh
i want all the b-tches ‘specially them blasians yuh
you know i won’t miss no special occasions what
your b-tch staring i say sup
you running out of luck, ayy

[verse 1: drybus]
put it in that sh-t got stuck
she got bad luck
b-tch, i’m running through the muck i need a bentley truck
your change is chillin in your pocket
enchilada, pill pocket, rocket
she told me i don’t love her but it ain’t enough that i rock it
you can’t stop the-
pick pocket ‘less you lock it (ayy)
diamonds, pourin’ out my faucet
playboi carti
never lost it

[verse 2: yung wintr]
(yuh)
b-tch was talkin’ sh-t so i just pulled up with the rocket
yeah b-tch gon’ blow that d-ck up like she osama bin laden
i told that b-tch to suck (huh)
b-tch i’m tryna’ f-ck
30 pop up at that b-tch if that lil’ b-tch want f-ckin’ talk
i’m on x, elon musk
get that bread, it’s a must
b-tch i’m walkin’ with that metal, b-tch you walkin’ with some rust
i get the cheese, ion’ eat thе crust
she on her knees i’m boutta bust (ayy)
lil’ b-tch i’m in the gle thеse b-tches in a bus (ayy)
b-tch, stop, all that talkin’ if you ain’t got nothing to talk about
lipstick on my body b-tch around me, they gon’ watch they mouth
[bridge: yung wintr]
b-tch was talkin’ dirty had to wash his mouth
said that you about it but ain’t never see what you about
come on do some work, yeah i made her twerk
get that money every day these b-tches get it on the first (what)
left that p-ssy dead, man i left that p-ssy murked
b-tch was talkin’ too much sh-t so i just put him on a shirt

[verse 3: drybus]
not an extrovert
eat the p-ssy for dessert
it gon’ squirt
b-tch you short just like lil uzi vert
shoot it up like kurt
brand new b-tch she in a skirt
make her f-ckin’ squirt
got you out the dirt, but you hurt
fishnet and a skirt
might have to answer
she ask me where my hoodie at but you know i won’t answer
know i can’t’- can’t dance b-tch i’m not a dancer
i revive you, necromancer
you got cancer
like you a-
pyromancer
she a belly-
dancer
i see the future chiromancer (ayy)
in the future you won’t have her
and you got lung cancer
b-tch i’m great so call me alexander

- drybus

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