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letra de enigma of the intergalactic canyon - la torture des ténèbres

[part 1]

[intro: jt, yung miami]
y’all hoes done f-cked up
b-tch, don’t make me come out, wig in a rubber band (band)
wait
slap a b-tch down with the f-ck sh-t
i’m talkin’ to you ho
y’all hoes better turn up

[verse 1: yung miami]
enough is enough, b-tch
city girls with the f-ck sh-t
nah, don’t blame it on you drunk b-tch (nah)
see we can wylin’, hoe
the whole clique gon’ follow hoe (b-tch)
be at your door like dominoes
and your main n-gga love me (haha)
bruh been tryna f-ck me
for the bread, walk him like a puppy (walk him)
it ain’t no love for you both side playin’ hoes
play with your kids or the radio, b-tch
another comma, millionaire status
a cool one, twenty on the patek
dope b-tch, magic
i live a poor b-tch dreams (yeah)
coco chanel me, please
[verse 2: jt]
y’all hoes too dangerous (dangerous)
in my comments, talkin’ crazy (crazy)
but i can’t make no b-tch famous (nah)
city girls ain’t changing
but sh-t, how could you blame me? (blame me)
bein’ me made me famous
titties sittin’, no sports bra (yeah)
f-ck a n-gga in a sports car (skrrt)
spike his drink at a sports bar
y’all hoes make me sick
always cuffin’ tricks
calling phones, talkin’ sl!ck
lil’ b-tch, who taught you?
mama should abort you
if you in my view, i would’ve pulled up and fought you
but i’m way up, you b-tches too low
new ass, new t–th, b-tch, check out the glow (period)

[outro: yung miami]
b-tch, don’t make put my wig in a rubber band (band)
slap a b-tch down with the f-ck sh-t (f-ck sh-t)
y’all hoes better turn up

[part 2]
[verse 1: jt]
didn’t think b-tches like us could do better
from dade county, straight to coach-lla
my heart cold, better bring two sweaters
and your best b-tch, we’ll take whoever
gutter b-tch, grace the cover of the billboards
locked up, nominated, bet awards
city girls, talk that sh-t they scream
real ass b-tch, i ain’t flex for streams
i’m fresh out, n-ggas comin’ in varieties
i’m fightin’ loss, fightin’ demons and anxiety
i really used to sleep on palettes
now i’m sittin’ in the condo like it’s a palace

[verse 2: yung miami]
main b-tch locked up, had to hold it down (down)
with a baby in my stomach at the rolling loud (facts)
uh, kept you b-tches out my game room (period)
’cause y’all the same fake hoes from the shade room (shade room)
i came from runnin’ outta stores to awards shows (blessed)
momma we made it, can’t wait ’til you come
shoutout my [?], i was seven months (d-mn)
me and baby son was too blessed up (blessed up)
now everybody want a verse from us
all the trappers wanna go and cop a purse for us
bought a bag to the hood when i touchdown (touchdown)
did this sh-t for dade county’, yeah we up now
[outro: jt]
miami, don’t make me put this wig in a rubber band again (wig in a rubber band again)
still the same, ain’t changed, just changed where i live (changed where i live)

- la torture des tenebres

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