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letra de soul eater! - moxley!

[intro: flxres]
aight, n-gga, shut up
yuh, uhhh
what i’m gon’ say, what i’m gon’ say, what i’m gon’ say, what am i gon’-
egg-egg-egg
aight, uhhh
uhhh
uh

[verse 1: flxres, moxley!, 561 santana]
britney, b-tch, cause i did it, uh (yuh)
cops pullin’ up cause i did it (uh)
fist beyblade, i’m gon’ rip it, yuh
that b-tch on my d-ck i’m gon’ l!ck it (uh)
wait, gimme a minute, uh
shut the f-ck up, b-tch, and spit it, uh
you all on my d-ck, she gon’ spin it, uh
santana gon’ handle his business (yuh)
cartier it’s all over my lenses (yea)
take that b-tch off of my friends list
talk about money, then send it
i got my foot on they neck in giuseppe’s
me and my n-ggas we ’bout to stunt
i pour a six in a five
and we get all the money cause i want some mo’
these fn bullets make you hit the floor
[interlude: flxres]
uh, uh, uh, my b-tch she bald, uh
wait, f-ck, what was it gon’ go likе?
oh, sh-t, sh-t, sh-t, sh-t, aight
uh, uh, uh

[verse 2: flxres]
walk in, lil’ n-gga steppin’, uh
my b-tch bald like elevеn, uh
trappin’ at 7-11, uh
beat b-tch ass like tekken, uh

[interlude: flxres & moxley!]
that’s not- that’s not it
the f-ck? uhhh
uh, uh, uh, yea, uh (huh, yea, yea)

[verse 3: flxres & moxley!]
ayy, back of the class act stupid, uh
strike through your b-tch, no cupid, uh
twist that b-tch up, no rubik’s, uh
better back the f-ck up my shoes, b-tch
uh, we start a war
uh, she wantin’ some more
yuh, call that b-tch a wh0re
uh, i’ll f-ck up the store, uh
3k for the shoes, this that christian dior
couple of blue turn your b-tch to a wh0re
just copped some revenge and i ordered some more
uh, not walkin’ alone, yea, i walk in with four, uh
watch how i turn to a death scythe
i do not stop at the red light, huh
stealing your card i’ma get right, huh
i had to cop me a red bike
10 hands and they out like a d-mn strike
uh, tory lanez, that b-tch gon’ dance right (yuh)
dominican b-tch on my d-ck, huh
2 hoes on me like death the kid, huh
my girl, she leave with your b-tch, huh
beyblade on my d-ck, let it rip
f-ck n-gga, run it up
don’t got no b-tch, ain’t cuff her up
i recorded the first time, f-ck, whatever, whatever, whatever
shut the f-ck up
all that f-ckin’ talking p-ssy, you best walk up
[outro: flxres & moxley!
this guy stinks! ahhh

- moxley

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