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letra de major waves - gorgeous children

ya’ll can’t catch us, screens in the headrest
black benz, i’m watching scarface backwards
gold rims reflecting my gold grin
the sultan, say good bye to your lil friends
both hands cl-sty, no man touch me
butler keep the tre tucked, don’t trust company
no sudden moves or you supper to the wolves
spillin truffle oil, leave the duffle by the door
careful, man, this table worth more than the white
my state of mind worth more than your life
so act cool it’ll all be alright
but shakey dogs get dissolved in the lye
it’s all been a lie
watch they eyes and you won’t be surprised
sl-t wives tuck knives in they thighs
duck fire always aim for the driver
bust cannons like i’m banging mariah
don navy attire
major waves, minors sold to a buyer
that’s f-cked up
fill the trunk, set them f-ckers on fire
aim higher might wet the messiah
say grace, white lighter survivor
get you buried with hoffa
goonies in the back of the mazda
all black got em packin like contra
where they live it’s break ribs
and hundred dolla bills
followed by impala wheels
sippin on the steel
but only, if they was out of o.e
b-tch might slap me for speaking unholy
and then blow me, living bi-coastly
gods toast to me, i’m sugar shane mosley
you de la hoya in a skirt, p-ssy
d-mn homie, you a man homie
this model b-tch think i’m federer
brought me on a go-see i slapped the editor
i should be on camera, move to canada

glacial estates, half caucasian ma$e
half black billy gates rockin bape
catch you eating sour grapes
you jealous of the faces or the fate?
everything i make i great, just blatantly bad taste
i take a skeezer on a date, paint the s-m-n on her face
i’m an artist, choke harlots, no talkin
i don’t know that man your honor, never heard of em
call a b-tch a d-ck tourniquet, i’m a bad person
hope you die slow, i’m rocking gucci at your funeral
show up at the church with some church’s
eatin dinner at the service, chicken crumbs on your person
console your mom, then split her at the cervix
lost my leg in ‘nam, i ain’t limpin on purpose
ya’ll nervous, i’m perfect

b-tch, i’m perfect

i died in the first act then i came back

- gorgeous children

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