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letra de scoreboard - krvne

[hook]
that game, can’t quit
prove me you’re lit
that c-nt, i spit
freestyles, my hits
that game, can’t quit
prove me you’re lit
that c-nt, i spit
freestyles, my hits

[verse 1]
no matter what, i’m staying on my own
the f-cking beast mode that i entered made me spit a song
freestyle, don’t even f-cking write, the terror to your dome
i’m blinded by that motherf-cker, you can call it chrome
miraculous rapper who never ever gonna flop
j. cole done make a shout-out to me, bumpin’ my old drops
i’m flexing with that f-cking tape, and you just f-cking mop
the floor in my old mansion, you’rе a motherf-cking jock
don’t put the meaning in my lyrics, p-ssy, you’rе a bop
i’m having fun on beat, i’m crazy like that f-cking punk
don’t need to sucker punch you in your motherf-cking nuts
go stupid with that f-cking banger, take another shot
[hook]
that game, can’t quit
prove me you’re lit
that c-nt, i spit
freestyles, my hits
that game, can’t quit
prove me you’re lit
that c-nt, i spit
freestyles, my hits

[verse 2]
another album? who the f-ck cares?
you’re beating ’round the bush and f-ck around with nike airs
though you don’t even like ’em but prefer to do your thang
i’m f-cking true to self, i gotta f-cking stay the same
these b-tches hated all that was before that masterpiece
i’m conscious and i’m f-cking wasted, they do rot in p-ss
my balancing act is to jump around the crazy beats
and k!ll the verses, otherwise they hardly gonna miss
me when i finally decide to throw the purple flag
and murk another motherf-cker calling him a f-g
and i don’t mean a cigarette, call that a running gag
this is my world, and, motherf-cker, put it on your map

[hook]
that game, can’t quit
prove me you’re lit
that c-nt, i spit
freestyles, my hits
that game, can’t quit
prove me you’re lit
that c-nt, i spit
freestyles, my hits
[verse 3]
and i don’t need to speed my flow up
to get a broad and finally get my f-cking d-ck sucked
i’m just a motherf-cking wordsmith, son of james todd
if he was my own age, he’d give you all a high five
but i’m not like him, i don’t cry about a crazy b-tch
i’m staying reckless ’cause i’m younger and i made a hit
the hype unsigned like me, i need no reason for a diss
i better rap a verse on beat and get so f-cking rich
so that i get a chance to throw jeff bezos from a throne
and finally reign in blood like slayer watching me perform
and make a game my maid, another curtis gonna blow
i’m going in, unstoppable, so welcome to my home

[outro]
that game, can’t quit
prove me you’re lit
that c-nt, i spit
freestyles, my hits

- krvne

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