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letra de victoria's s3cr3t! - kęnn (phl)

[intro: kęnn, ghost wrecker]
frick
frick, frick, frick like
on god, man
(ano, labas mo ‘yong ingay mo, motherf-cker!)
what happened to the streets?
hold up like, frick
hold up, frick, hold up, frick, huh?, frick!
(hahahaha!)

[chorus]
took my girl to victoria’s secret
my gang, we keepin’ a lotta secrets
stealin’ lotta guap, we doin’ it frequent’
smoke on the opps, they prolly delinquents
we at the bar, we sippin’ on liquor
look at my diamonds, they look like they fl!cker
got my m16, gon’ pull the trigger
wit’ the 5.56, it’s a kicker (p-tang ina!)
got my new era cap, it came wit’ a sticker
look at my girl, she a gold digger (p-tang ina mo!)
gave ‘em the bl!ck to one of my hitters
smokin’ gеlonade, gon’ smoke it quicker (p-tang ina mo!)
i gavе ‘em a scope to one of my shooters
my wrist, my chain, i be rockin’ all pointers
me and my bih, we puttin’ on scandalous
the scent so good, the opps can’t handle us
[verse]
look at my girl, she sprayin’ on bombsh-ll
my gang got hungry, gon’ pull up at sh-ll
me and my gang, we gon’ book a hotel
we outside, we sippin’ on san miguel
we at the party, we rockin’ chanel
it’s avant-garde, i put on margiel’
walkin’ wit’ my tabi kicks, margiel’
i be rockin’ vetements, i’mma gon’ sell
look at my ‘rari, i got a v12
my gang, i be rockin’ my alex moss chain
we outside, we smokin’ lotta strains
ridin’ lrt, i’ve been ridin’ that train
puttin’ my mask, i’m feelin’ like bane
i be takin’ lotta drugs to numb the pain
i be rockin’ off white, pure white like cocaine
we at the club, we sippin’ champagne

[chorus]
took my girl to victoria’s secret
my gang, we keepin’ a lotta secrets
stealin’ lotta guap, we doin’ it frequent’
smoke on the opps, they prolly delinquents
we at the bar, we sippin’ on liquor
look at my diamonds, they look like they fl!cker
got my m16, gon’ pull the trigger
wit’ the 5.56, it’s a kicker (p-tang ina!)
got my new era cap, it came wit’ a sticker
look at my girl, she a gold digger (p-tang ina mo!)
gave ‘em the bl!ck to one of my hitters
smokin’ gelonade, gon’ smoke it quicker (p-tang ina mo!)
i gave ‘em a scope to one of my shooters
my wrist, my chain, i be rockin’ all pointers
me and my bih, we puttin’ on scandalous
the scent so good, the opps can’t handle us
[outro]
(p-tang ina!)
frick
frick, frick
(p-tang ina mo!) (this’s trap music, b-tch!)
frick, frick
(p-tang ina mo!)
frick
(trapaholics mixtapes!) (magaling kang k-pal ka!)
frick
frick, frick, frick like
(ano, labas mo ‘yung ingay mo, motherf-cker!)
on god, man
what happened to the streets?
hold up, like, frick
(trapaholics mixtapes!)
frick, frick, frick!
(hahahaha!)

- kenn phl

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