letra de untitled (punch) - midwxst
lyrics from snippets
[pre-chorus: midwxst]
yeah, i ball like i’m in the nba, i fell in love with the [?]
yeah, and if you got problems with eric you know we unloadin’ the gun
yeah, [?] punch, and baby i do this for fun
you know, i feel like i’m a taser, leavin’ my opps [?]
[chorus: midwxst]
[?] on my face, i don’t f-ck with a [?]
how you gon’ talk but don’t got any funds?
i feel like tom cruise, i’m finna stunt
we comin’ for him, now he on the run
pop out this b-tch, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout [?]
i got a sword on my back like i’m trunks
this n-gga p-ssy, i might take his lunch
i beat my opps to the punch
[verse 1: slump6s]
choppa hittin’ the nae-nae
eric and wxst so you know this a gangway
he talkin’ down when we hit him the same day
my n-ggas boomin’ the bricks like a layup
choppa on me and it sharp like a cello
…
that n-gga [?] and i know he ain’t got any guns
[?]
he talkin’ down [?] packin’ him up
[?] my phone [?]
look at my name and it’s more like a [?]
[?] without a doubt
i said shе [?], like figure it out
[?] like a housе
that n-gga rodent, he built like a mouse
just got a bag and i still ain’t flex that sh-t
man them n-ggas be flexin’ a lot
[bridge: ericdoa]
(woah-woah)
[verse 2: ericdoa]
i think my new b-tch is tired of me
[?] slide on me
tell that boy, “back up”, got the fire on me
[?] on me (uh-huh)
she tellin’ me i’m the one (uh-huh)
all these ‘lil boys is my sons (uh-huh)
the choppa, i’m makin’ ’em run (uh-huh)
my sh-t be packin’ a punch (uh-huh)
[?] stick, we don’t fight fair
my bro callin’ on me, i’ll be right here
and she upset, b-tch i don’t care
got a nice ass and some long hair
and why you talkin’? don’t belong here
made h-lla bands, it’s been a long year
[pre-chorus: midwxst]
yeah, i ball like i’m in the nba, i fell in love with the [?]
yeah, and if you got problems with eric you know we unloadin’ the gun
yeah, [?] punch, and baby i do this for fun
you know, i feel like i’m a taser, leavin’ my opps [?]
[chorus: midwxst]
[?] on my face, i don’t f-ck with a [?]
how you gon’ talk but don’t got any funds?
i feel like tom cruise, i’m finna stunt
we comin’ for him, now he on the run
pop out this b-tch, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout [?]
i got a sword on my back like i’m trunks
this n-gga p-ssy, i might take his lunch
i beat my opps to the punch
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