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letra de berserk. - matte roxx!

(cardo got wings)

(for real, for real)

if he got a problem we solve it
i’m not from this earth i’m a martian
this choppa, no bullets, dissolve ‘em
just like a blue, i’ma pop him

i’m getting too powerful, these boys they askin’ around
like “how can we stop him?”
i’m a real show stopper
they all pocket watchin’

my bands too fat for wallets
hop on a beat and you know i’m wylin’
off a 30, my b-tch, my d-ck she ridin’
for me she’d die, so i call her my rider

“in my mind” with this sh-t, flo rida
she love me ‘cause she know i’m that guy
i got that golden touch like midas
but you know i still keep my iron

and i got
too many things to do ain’t got no time
too many f-ckin’ things up on my mind
r.i.p my brothers, all my guys
free ysl, free the slimes

my lil b-tch, my queen, yeah my dime
i love your brain, but i really love your mind
and you know i own your soul, you know that sh-t’s mine
even past death, in the f-cking afterlife

i know that you hate it when i’m high
but baby that’s the only thing that me by
but without you by my side
i’d f-cking die, i need you

so come a lil closer, put your head on my shoulder huh
og rolled up, backwood, yeah, let’s roll it
bae, your aroma, that sh-t got me floatin’
your p-ssy potent, way too f-ckin’ potent

got me overdosing
got me f-ckin’ dozing off
if i’m in the studio late night-late night
i’m gon’ need some adderall

dive in the codeine, cannonball
power level, over 9000
i ain’t talkin’ dragon ball
i’m talking bout my brand new car
skrrrt

f-ck with me, i put you in the f-ckin’ dirt
in a f-ckin’ he-rs-
put you on a shirt, leave your momma hurt
leave yo momma cryin’, ‘cause i don’t got no heart

was born with a f-cking curse
sometimes it feels like i’m wrong
these lessons that i’ve learned
i k!ll my demons through theses songs

my b-tch my biggest fan
to this day, she know all my songs
word for word, so in the whip when i play
she gon’ singalong

i make plays quick up in her bed, i’m gon’ make her sing a song
pour an eighth up of the tris, in her head all day long
roxxstar! sh-t!, i don’t really give a f-ck if i’m living life wrong

i can’t feel sh-t, i’m too long gone
i be ruled by pluto, but, b-tch i’m from mars
tear yo’ ass apart, used to breaking hearts
i say life’s a game, this ain’t kingdom hearts
if you isn’t with me, you against me thats for sure
i could do it by my solo, don’t give a f-ck i’ll run the world
on my wrist, baguette diamonds, on my neck flawless pearls
they tryna ride my wave, someone should’ve taught ‘em how to surf

yeah, surf, surf, surf
man of my word, f-ck what you heard
it be absurd
all of these boys, they be talkin’ like birds

crackin’ a seal and i’m sippin’ on ‘zurp
off of the 30, i’m goin’ berserk
it’s holding my glocky, no, this not a purse
this is a bag that you cannot afford

this is a maybach, no this not a ford
my b-tch to bad she had to the core
‘round her whole d-mn body, i’ma take a tour
‘round the whole d-mn globe, i’ma gon’ go on tour

all eyez on me, tupac shakur
o’neal with the elbow, i’m a bad sport
finna cut him up, need neosporin
yeah, i’m still ballin’ like i’m jordan

and r.i.p to kobe
i’m from east la, but the world is finna know me
i ain’t got no friends, please stop claiming we homies
and just pay me what you owe me, or your pack is what we smokin’

ya dig?

feel like young carti, young carti, young carti, a diva
i’m finna put on for my city, put on for my people
where i’m from, it’s a different meaning to “riding illegal”
yeah we keep them sticks still, opp, yeah the glock wanna meet him

in my home country, i’m finna be bigger than selena
livin’ out my dreams
rollin’ off a bean
rollin’ off the lean

(roxxstar! sh-t!), this that hndrxx wit it

codeine crazy!

roxxstar! sh-t!

- matte roxx

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