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letra de bates motel - kle shay

[hook]
i love crazy b-tches, that’s my f-ckin’ problem
and yeah i like to f-ck without a f-ckin’ condom
i love crazy b-tches, that’s my f-ckin’ problem
and yeah they always need me for their f-ckin’ problems
i love mad b-tches, that’s my f-ckin’ problem
they my b-tches, i don’t really know what else to call em
but findin somebody real is my f-ckin’ problem
maybe you should all shut the f-ck up with your f-ckin’ drama

[verse 1]
matter face, first verse ain’t gonna freestyle
f-cking old b-tches in africa, goin senile
heard they call it goin “kle wild”
so wild, you wake up naked in a leaf pile
right? bad b-tches is my forte
don’t really need a wingman, will forte
baby when we gonna f-ck?
this foreplay proves that our lord plays with us, and forsakes
alright f-ck it, do it your way, that’s cool
mouth looking like a dead dog in a cesspool
-ss looking like you smuggling 99 luft balloons
chest looking like you stuffing tissues in ya b00bs!
flat chest, flaccid, what i’m gonna do?
yellow & brown b-tches, call em number 1 and number 2
p-ssy is the canvas, paint something with my number 2
f-cked her ’til she came art, clean up in aisle 2!
it’s a pun! makin masterpieces with this b-tches c-m!
lock her down and beat that beat that p-ssy up, fisticuffs
b-tch is always callin me like she missed a bluff
but everytime she calls i’m in the shower, what a coincidence…
all this sh-t she does gonna get her replaced
told her stop, she didn’t listen, bought that b-tch a hearing aid
dumb b-tch said she was pregnant, cause she had a stomach ache
say again, thought she was pregnant cause she had a stomach ache
what the f-ck?

[verse 2]
hold up, b-tches simmer down
told her she was s-xy, went and bought a wedding gown
now she telling all her friends that we’re getting married now
said we’re not, she cried a river, so i just let her drown
kle shay just the messenger
crazy b-tches doing crazy sh-t, i guess my lessons learned
b-tches think i wanna talk and sh-t, like howard stern
like my boy arab said, you best take a shower first
stay in there, stay in there, get clean b-tch
i’m the bed recruiter, and you ain’t make the team b-tch
don’t even think about sending goons after me b-tch
i know your name’s shay, but you ain’t comin after kle b-tch!
f-cking on the water bed, she seasick
she a horseface, call her seabiscuit
quit with your attachment, you look desperate
that’s why i ain’t spend no money on you, no need for a return on my investment
ahhh! kle shay’s so majestic
f-ck them other n-gga’s, baby i am your best pick
stirring brown b-tches, i guess you can call that nesquik
f-cking 3 hoes, got me feeling so festive!
sprinkling white sh-t on your face, asbestos
babe i’m getting really tired of all your questions
i ain’t afraid of an arrest b-tch, i’ll face a domestic
turn your left eye lisa lopes, it’s all about perspective

[verse 3]
oooh, i know you love it when i’m rappin’ and
talking ’bout my feelings like i’m really f-cking p-ssionate
say i tripped and fell in love, like it’s all an accident
having real n-gga’s questioning if i’m masculine
oh word, ain’t heard the truth, baby i’m adamant
gonna spoil you, buy you diamonds in a amulet
make you forget about all your daddys abandonment
and your mom’s disappointment that you were never a graduate
f-ck it i’m only talkin sh-t, spitting flatulent’s
i really like your references, but i have better applicants
i told you i’m a heel baby, that means antagonist
i’ll f-ck you cause you’re indian, then lock you in my cabinet
my f-ckin’ problem ain’t my f-cking problems, you my f-cking problem
face looking like something haunted
halitosis, having -ss
halloween, put on a f-cking mask
nasty b-tch!

[hook]
i love crazy b-tches, that’s my f-ckin problem
f-ck these bates motel b-tches, i need to hit ramada
i’m allergic to these b-tches, like they c-mming pollen
said she wanted dessert, so i left her on an island
she be gnawing at the bit, like lorena bobbitt
bout to send this f-cking chick to the d-mn asylum
i’m just sayin i’m frightened, i think i’m hearing sirens
i love that sh-t though, it’s better than the f-cking silence

[outro]
better than the f-cking solace
you soulless b-tch, swallow s-m-n! it’s full of souls
is you really crazy, psycho-ish or insane?
you know this, but all the above okay with kle shay

- kle shay

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