letra de one two - glxtch
[intro]
huh (woah-woah, woah), ah, yeah
(w-w-what the f-ck, glxtch?)
uh, yeah, godd-mn, hm
yeah (ducart, you goin’ crazy)
[verse 1]
twenty-four bands got me feeling like money man
i just saw your b-tch, caught her outside, did the bunny dance
said she makin’ a lil’ bit of pay, she don’t need a band
if i see ’em again, they gon’ see something worse than death
[chorus]
(leave me alone, you f-cking witch!)
(huh, huh, huh) told santa i need me a pocket of paper–r–r
maybe a glock with a laser
dvd, no point of screaming, ain’t saving her
she with lil’ x, uh
gimme the note, counting quotas, uh
your little wifey, she chose up
said that she innocent, guess you don’t know he–e–e—
matter fact, let’s see what bang for your buck do
bang for a buck, throw a band, she gon’ come through
throw that sh-t back, goin’ tan in a jump suit
tell that ho get on her back, she gon’ one, two
y’all n-ggas jokes, i need funds and a drum loop
n-gga, i don’t need a voice to go hunt you
aim for your top, we gon’ shoot out the sunroof
matter fact, come bang your block ’til the sun due
that’s bang for your buck, n-gga, shoot out the roof
let’s go, if i catch that boy lack, boom, boom
headshot, .32 with a .322
i mean, .223, i’ll make two make news
repping 333 ’cause your team tutu
mean, your whole team is b-tch, i been beefing with b00bs
ain’t gon’ lie, he got hit with a jet, made him splooge
how you makin’ these blues? i don’t know, get a clu–u–ue
[verse 2]
only people i’m not flyer than is my opps
we stopped ’em and popped ’em, now they with the jews
they online and provocative, that’s why i’m glxtch, n-gga, anyone talk get the boot
anyone got a problem? lil’ n-gga, let’s do it
if you got a problem, i got a conclusion
i call my stick witch how it come round and do it
i walk down the juggers, i cross out the shooters
hol’ on, b-tch, let me backtrack
lil’ g pull up back, 408 in a scat pack
lil’ x got your ho fornicating, she black cat
walked across my path, i called that sh-t a clap trap, n-gga
i got sh-t full of lead in my backpack
he just drinking purp’ in his songs, he a lab rat
charlie xcx, got a roll of the brat pack
he testing my patience, do him like a flapjack, b-tch, ha
[chorus]
(leave me alone, you f-cking witch!)
(huh, huh, huh) told santa i need me a pocket of paper–r–r
maybe a glock with a laser
dvd, no point of screaming, ain’t saving her
she with lil’ x, uh
gimme the note, counting quotas, uh
your little wifey, she chose up
said that she innocent, guess you don’t know he–e–e—
matter fact, let’s see what bang for your buck do
bang for a buck, throw a band, she gon’ come through
throw that sh-t back, goin’ tan in a jump suit
tell that ho get on her back, she gon’ one, two
y’all n-ggas jokes, i need funds and a drum loop
n-gga, i don’t need a voice to go hunt you
aim for your top, we gon’ shoot out the sunroof
matter fact, come bang your block ’til the sun due
that’s bang for your buck, n-gga, shoot out the roof
let’s go, if i catch that boy lack, boom, boom
headshot, .32 with a .322
i mean, .223, i’ll make two make news
repping 333 ’cause your team tutu
mean, your whole team is b-tch, i been beefing with b00bs
ain’t gon’ lie, he got hit with a jet, made him splooge
how you makin’ these blues? i don’t know, get a clu–u–ue
[outro]
witchkraft
’tis witchkraft
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