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letra de pulp fiction. - luminbeats

[chorus: luminbeats]
you selling the lies and the fiction
you sell all the b-tching and snitching
no, i don’t f-ck with you
no, i can’t f-ck with you
b-tch, where ya at?
snitch, it’s a rat
smoke on the dead homie pack
roll it up, take it back

[verse 1: yung sv]
hate sh-t, i pull up and motherf-cking break sh-t
why you talking tough until your face gon’ press the pavement
face it, you is just a motherf-cking basic
i’mma circle, spin the block while you gon’ run and and chase it
patience, or you gonna end up like a patient
talking h-lla sweet while you is writing up them statements
payment, you is gonna need a f-cking agent
they gon’ pull up to your sh-thole, find it f-cking vacant
hate me, knowing that these b-tches wanna date me
shady, the way they be acting to me lately
crazy, how these botched talking with they babies
sitting in they motherf-cking bellies with the bailey’s
lazy, foaming out the mouth, yeah they got rabies
ladies, walking out, they look all in they eighties
she is a magician, all she gotta do is say please
you cry over money while all i do is grade cheese
[chorus: luminbeats]
you selling the lies and the fiction
you sell all the b-tching and snitching
no, i don’t f-ck with you
no, i can’t f-ck with you
b-tch, where ya at?
snitch, it’s a rat
smoke on the dead homie pack
roll it up, take it back

[verse 2: luminbeats]
loyalty act like an antidote
loyalty really the answer though
she act like a woman of meaning
she know she the sh-t and i hit it
light up the toke and i fly to the sky
shawty got ass and to me she supply
stretch out the… i do it no hands
rip up some bands it’s that sh-t i demand
i don’t need friends but i know where i stand
got a few homies my circle is it
i got h-lla plans and that’s on the kid

know why you talking? no me neither
this is big sh-t, it’s a f-cking meat eater
got big l!cks bro, i got black sneakers
run through the night and red the white t-shirt
[chorus: luminbeats]
you selling the lies and the fiction
you sell all the b-tching and snitching
no, i don’t f-ck with you
no, i can’t f-ck with you
b-tch, where ya at?
snitch, it’s a rat
smoke on the dead homie pack
roll it up, take it back

- luminbeats

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