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letra de snakes wrapped around my heart - m.i.k.3

[verse 1: luci]
b-tch i’m blastin em off the map just like it’s a cod match
and the b-st-rd lackin bad so when i go to attack
harry potter deadly hollows up inside of the mag
grabbing a fat bag while i’m smokin off of your pack
and he said he wanna fight me with all “buts” i call it sodomy
all on me b-tches callin me “luci just get inside of me please”
just like they prayin to god, i got em all on their knees
at the least, shawty gon give me all the brain fore i leave
i got a thousand b-tches like the bene gesserit
p-ssy just wanna rap but his music not makin any sense
and you ain makin dollars for hollering all the time
so why you talkin that nonsense and cappin in all the rhymes?
tell it to my desert eagle
my weapon danny glover with the pistol and it’s lethal
i’m beating up the p-ssy you can call me f-ckin egovert
kickin it with the rocks when i hit em he steven universe
k-pop like the weverse hit his shawty from the back and i’m back again
and he said he wanna fight tell him pack it in
you’ll be running like a b-tch once the mag is in
it’s the f-ggot with the d-ck go and tell your friends
got a bag get in
b-tch you finna watch a god ascend like magdalene to heaven
caught up when you fall a bang like autumn mane you can’t contain
like b-tch tell me what’s the name we with the gang it’s s3vn
[verse 2: tvbuu]
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[verse 3: cxrpse]
ay ay ay yo yo yo time out why does the first dude on this song sound like-
you know what? nope. not gonna be problematic
sheesh sh-t would be better if n-ggas got they own swag
biting your idols but never get your own bag
sheesh i would be mad if i was h-lla down bad
copied the gang and now i wanna f-ckin spazz
i know you wanna be like us i get it
see you from the drip to the songs and the image
do your own thing and we all f-ck with it
if you trynna bite then you a f-ck n-gga
you be doing that f-ggot rap
doing that cappin ass
sh-t like you mad
and a no melody having ass
i oughta slap yo ass
n-gga you haven’t tracked
ain’t even seen a rack
get your sh-t on track

[verse 4: m.i.k.3]
b-tch i’m ready for the attack
ain’t no talk you all bout cap
straight to my vest copying my slacks
you have no drip you p-ssy like cat – woah!
i don’t wanna talk but you have no flow
focus on the money you focus on the hoe
want a feature gotta come with the dough
your out of touch like the new saints row
you put it right back with that dumbass fact
your d-ck riding hard it’s bound to my sack
copying my sound and even my tracks
you left me for dead but i came right back
got a man down you better call a medic
your wining like a baby that’s f-cking pathetic
cry about your feelings & post it on reddit
i feel like a goat b-tch i said it

- m i k 3

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