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letra de bittersweet - koncept too cold

i love the way she f-ck me p-ssy tighter than her jeans
i look at things in slow-mo like i’m sipping cups of lean
i’m confident- i’m confident got bosses on my team
they love me and they hate me boy this life is bittersweet
i love the way she ride me, yeah i’m in the p-ssy deep
you rushing- yeah you rushing and i’m moving half the speed
i’m confident- i’m confident achieving all my dreams
they hate me and they love me boy this life is bittersweet

i love it when she half my height- yeah when she on her knees
put that -ss up in my hand- i need something to squeeze
told her come and ride my tongue until that p-ssy cream
i asked her if they better than me she said “in they dreams”
i’m in her throat- before you kiss me gargle listerine
i’m fresher than your mouth right after you brush your t–th
k!llers in an acura ride past your house and squeeze
if they miss you- ride around the block and get you ‘fore they leave
i’m not a d-mn magician but got tricks all up my sleeve
i make the bricks disappear like playing hide-and-seek
you make it in a year- dawg i make it in a week
what you spend to drive your car i spend when we go out to eat
like the plug locked me out- bro be handing me the keys
i front ’em and they bring it back- so now we up to speed
she bust down- bust down- bust down but to you she be a tease
i’m running- running- running if the police say to freeze

i’ve got very few friends- got alot of enemies
it’s us vs the world seven bil- against my team
i’m laughing at they efforts like they efforts was a meme
your girl hit my line she tryna “come blow off some steam”
i told her “adios” but she wasn’t tryna leave
i only let her stay because she wanna buy some weed
imma bless her like lil uzi- imma bless her like a sneeze
the girls i treat like thots treat you like they out of your league
my girl would never leave me she know i’m the one she need
part of her infrastructure boy i’m crucial as a beam
can’t fit no more in my pockets- pockets bussing at the seams
and they still ain’t quite as full- as my f-ckin swisher sweet
3 grams inside a raw- i don’t roll jobs- i’m not steve
you boys ain’t half as dangerous as you would make it seem
they ain’t used to how i’m living so they stare in disbelief
your tribe is full of indians- my tribe is full of chiefs

- koncept too cold

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