letra de bok - heartstopmiami
[intro]
planetzero
yeah (hey there)
oh my god
uh
pause, what am i doing?
[chorus: heartstopmiami]
yeah yeah yeah
this glock gonna pop off
and i keep me that pump, sawed-off
why he dare try to front? he lame as f-ck
put his motherf-cking body inside thw trunk
i don’t give a f-ck
and i’m f-cking his b-tch, i’ma bust a nut
from the back ’til she walking like forrest gump
he keep tryna talk sh-t, but he f-cking up
[verse 1: heartstopmiami]
bibbity bobbity boo
eat the p-ssy like it’s food, motherf-cker, who are you?
in the back with my dudes, totin’ macs, totin’ tools
i made this song in the zoom, yeah
f-ck with me, you meet your doom, yeah
stick out, go boom, yeah
clean it out like a room, yeah
and his friend all rudе, yeah
watch the chop f-cking fume, yеah
get a mop, not a broom, yeah
(just give it a second, just-)
i’ll see you soon, yeah
day, night or noon, yeah
f-ck you up on new years
you gon’ recover in two years
i’ll see you soon, yeah
day, night or noon, yeah
f-ck you up on new years
you gon’ recover in two years
[verse 2: erosdalightskin]
straight to the point like a motherf-cking blade
i fill the rest because, what that b-tch say?
i’m causin’ some static, you acting dramatic
i get to erasing, i feel like a plague
i already know you a b-tch boy
ain’t no need to elaborate
i already don’t give a sh-t boy
that includes what you gotta say
i’m in this b-tch, i ain’t talking no infant
i can’t see your bullsh-t like i got bad vision
i don’t give a f-ck if that sh-t wasn’t written
i’m sorry i’m better. it ain’t my intention
you can’t handle the heat little n-gga, i will not call your ass a chef, b-tch
since we are the topic, won’t even bother calling you a vet
[verse 3: lunacy]
hi, h-llo
this my entrance, i’ma let you know
i have no f-cking interest being buddy-buddy with you bubble guppies
anti-social mothaf-cker, never posting ’cause it’s f-ck your likes
talking that sh-t, motherf-cker, you die
yeah, she want me ’cause i’m f-cking her right
give her long d-ck while i’m standing 5’4″
what you think of that? all up in her cat
talking that sh-t when i walk in that b-tch
only hearing crickets, all i got is riches
i don’t need no b-tches, keep my comma
cents so i’m making dollars
in my d-mn impala, bumping tame impala
wanna hit my line? don’t you f-cking bother
i discriminate, floating on the beat make ’em levitate
stay up in my room, all alone ’bout to m-st-rbate
[chorus: heartstopmiami]
yeah yeah yeah
this glock gonna pop off
and i keep me that pump, sawed-off
why he dare try to front? he lame as f-ck
put his motherf-cking body inside thw trunk
i don’t give a f-ck
and i’m f-cking his b-tch, i’ma bust a nut
from the back ’til she walking like forrest gump
he keep tryna talk sh-t, but he f-cking up
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