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letra de akira - gorygemini

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[intro]
rakdos

[verse 1: gorygemini]
she a little freak, yeah
shorty bend it back two hands on her knees, yeah
hop up in the whip and your b-tch is on me, yeah
i’ma push to start one cl!ck no key and i hit it on beat
when i f-ck on a goth b-tch, clip a hundred shots in
heard you wanted smoke, now you don’t what you want b-tch
gripping on her throat make her choke ’cause i’m toxic
call my b-tch akira ’cause she riding on top it

[verse 2: whytylxr]
bad b-tch going f-cking crazy to this solo
took her to my house and she gon’ give me f-cking time bro
mixing lean and off the perc’s we in the club in slow mo’
she said that she loves me when i f-ck her from the back hoe

i’ma k!ll a f-cking p-ssy when i shoot i got that energy
i swear to god man i be treating p-ssies like my enemies
i really got to represent lil’ b-tch we got that synergy
all my ex’s in my dm’s swear to god that they be missing me
i’m sipping out that bottle lil’ b-tch that be my hennesy
fight back, kick back, how the f-ck you wanna talk to me?
i swear to god man i be out here playing like a tamagotchi
hit you from the back lil’ b-tch wanna f-ck
[verse 3: rakdos]
ayy
yeah, that b-tch is a thottie
yeah, we f-ck up the whole party
we be stacking up these bodies
baby shake that ass throw it back like shakira
we too gaudy we so godly power like akira
turn off all the lights you gon’ see us in the mirra
xel gon’ do the dirty work yeah he gon’ f-ckin’ k!ll ya

[verse 4: xelishurt]
b-tch i’m in your city with the motherf-ckin’ chainsaw
bad b-tch and i’m ’bout to take the chains off
post up in this sh-t like a motherf-ckin’ mage, yuh
running on your block cause i got to catch a break, yuh
big shots that i keep in my mag, yuh
if he wanna talk then his ass getting popped, yuh
big crowns no race in this in b-tch, yuh
see me in the dungeon with a mask on my face b-tch
take another pill now a n-gga f-ckin’ braindead
spraying off the rip till the bullets f-ckin’ rain on him
n-gga catching this rain like it’s drips, yuh
can’t you see the signs feel the beat to this, yuh
stacking bands in my motherf-ckin’ bag, yuh
burning all the money that i’m getting from my profit
big chains no grease on this b-tch, yuh
taking out your vision like a mace in this b-tch, uh

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