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letra de 11:34 - inja th3 dawg

man all of these kicks you would swear that i’m doing kung-fu
she calling me beast boy i eat her like eating tofu
she tried to call me, i lost all my phones and my feelings gone with em, whenever we f-cking we don’t need a bedroom
we do it however-whenever we choose
i never lose
two fingers deep like i’m chucking the deuce
i need a booth

chasing the dreamy
man all of these girls who been curving a n-gga
be chasing a n-gga
whenever i blow, hiroshima
they don’t know i skeem on the low

they telling their friends that i’m bad
but they fist on my dms
i’m carping-them-diems
i’m copping them condoms
i don’t trust these b-tches
i’m keeping that key on the low

that b-tch be wyling
i’m happy without you
pahh
reality slap on the face
you know i’m your best b-tch i’m taking the cake
i’m in the booth, don’t interfere
gimme the loot, look at that fear

top dawg, top gun, b-tch top tear
no lb get the f-ck outta here
lalela, don’t you sleep on me b-tch lalelale
yinda you thinking my dream is not real
i martin luther on all of these b-tches
like i’m junior, you know that i’m nasty

vele i’m going to h-ll
plus i be hoping i sell
all of these records, and set up a record, and pray that my n-ggas prevail
n-gga be single because of the standards and also relation-ship sailed
n-ggas be trashy, if you touch my woman, i’ll make sure you never need bail
n-gga is weak, like my knees when i see that my music is banging for real
n-ggas feel something when say that i’m dropping that heat, they be waiting to steal
they got the juice, i got the sauce go check your fridge juice never stay
checking the score board, reality hitting
your music is stale

d-mn

- inja th3 dawg

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