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letra de i bit the bat - mig (us)

[intro]
yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah
yeah (lucid)

[chorus]
i stay in the bed, i’m just countin’ up bread (bread, yeah)
fully loaded, f-ckin’ fully loaded clip (yeah, yeah, clip)
no opponents, i see no opponents, yeah (opponents, yeah)
no opponents, i see no opponents, yeah (opponents, yeah)
if i had some opps, they would’ve ended up dead (end up dead)
this sh-t so lonely, it’s just drugs and money, man (drugs and money, man)
i don’t wanna talk, i told that b-tch to give her head up
love her p-ssy, sound like macaroni, yeah (sound like macaroni, yeah)
i know thеy don’t believe mе, you gotta believe in yourself (oh, yeah)
you’re late to the party, you can’t come in this crib, not for sale (f-ck out)
i’m pourin’ up lines of coke, baby, i love how it felt (woo)
i’m up in vice city, bad ho hotel (yeah-yeah, hotel)

[verse]
this b-tch want everything, all she cook is rotel (skrrt)
she want a wedding ring, prada bag, go to h-ll
ma, get the whole store, me and you been through h-ll (hold up)
she told me spare these n-ggas, i wanna give ’em sh-lls (mama)
she told me to spare you n-ggas, i wanna crack a skel’ (crack a skel’)
i’m like the dad, and you ain’t have, b-tch, let me grab the belt (let me grab me belt)
i’m some rockstar sh-t, b-tch, pierce the veil (yeah)
a new-age ozzy osbourne, i pull up blonde hair, yeah (yeah)
[chorus]
i stay in the bed, i’m just countin’ up bread (bread, yeah)
fully loaded, f-ckin’ fully loaded clip (yeah, yeah, clip)
no opponents, i see no opponents, yeah (opponents, yeah)
no opponents, i see no opponents, yeah (opponents, yeah)
if i had some opps, they would’ve ended up dead (end up dead)
this sh-t so lonely, it’s just drugs and money, man (drugs and money, man)
i don’t wanna talk, i told that b-tch to give her head up
love her p-ssy, sound like macaroni, yeah (sound like macaroni, yeah)
i know they don’t believe me, you gotta believe in yourself (oh, yeah)
you’re late to the party, you can’t come in this crib, not for sale (f-ck out)
i’m pourin’ up lines of coke, baby, i love how it felt (woo)
i’m up in vice city, bad ho hotel (yeah-yeah, hotel)

[outro]
oh-yeah, i bit the bat, yeah-yeah
i bit the bat, yeah-yeah, i bit the bat, yeah-yeah
i bit the bat, yeah-yeah, i bit the bat, yeah-yeah
i bit the bat, yeah-yeah (lucid)

- mig us

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