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letra de trance/aesthetic - mxnashe

part i: trance

[intro: muna$he]
talking that sh-t n-gga why you ain’t swing
walk in this b-tch with the bling
my b-tch is too bad and she sing
money yao ming
she trippin’, she still wanna ring
i’m trippin’, i’ve been in a dream
i feel like hakeem
punch like muhammed ali
float like a b-tterfly, stung like a bee
you might get put in a creek

[chorus: juustchris]
yeah, i’m stuck in a trance
i’m so high, feel like i’m in j-pan
never pills, no can’t pop no xans
i just stick to same drugs, like i’m chance
lambo truck b-tch i’m whippin’ this van
don’t like n-ggas, b-tch like i’m in klan
feel like ruckus, i want n-ggas banned
b-tch my choppa sing, make em’ dance
making higher plays, i advance
i might grow to the sun, like a plant
they stay beggin’ for money and grants
make these n-ggas feel small, like they ants
can’t f-ck wit lil hoе, don’t like romance
love my lyrics, b-tch, thеy take a glance
might get me a lil baddie from france
only one night leave plays, like i’m vance
[verse 1: muna$he]
i might take a lil trip to atlanta
he been mixing his dirty with fanta
like the 25th of december i got hoes, i feel like i’m santa
i’m in love, i can’t even lie though
but this b-tch on me, she a psycho
got a fast car, f-ck a geico
we been singing sh-t hit a high note
i’ve been gifted i feel like it’s easter
swinging sh-t, i feel like i’m jeter
she a liar, you really gon’ keep her
she a bad b-tch, middle eastern
you can’t blame a n-gga, but he stupid
but would i know, nah, i ain’t cupid
i just put these b-tches in a trance
cause i got these diamonds, and they came from france

[verse 2: juustchris]
yeah, okay
in a trance, b-tch you know i feel gassed
feelin’ like i can see in the past
yeah my head steady spinning, like crash
in this foreign b-tch, going real fast
with the homies, i’m splitting the cash
n-ggas useless like he was a filler
sneaking n-ggas at night, b-tch you know i’m the motherf-cking thriller
boy you beg, but i don’t like i’m tiller
dropping these n-ggas then dance like a driller
yeah, wassup
no i don’t like that lil hoe, she was stuck up
b-tch on her knees, she see me when she look up
cheffin’ up kush, feel like harden, i cook up
cloud 9 with the kush, you know i got the hook up
b-tch i’m a vet and you know that you rook up
[chorus: juustchris]
yeah, i’m stuck in a trance
i’m so high, feel like i’m in j-pan
never pills, no can’t pop no xans
i just stick to same drugs, like i’m chance
lambo truck b-tch i’m whippin’ this van
don’t like n-ggas, b-tch like i’m in klan
feel like ruckus, i want n-ggas banned
b-tch my choppa sing, make em’ dance
making higher plays, i advance
i might grow to the sun, like a plant
they stay beggin’ for money and grants
make these n-ggas feel small, like they ants
can’t f-ck wit lil hoe, don’t like romance
love my lyrics, b-tch, they take a glance
might get me a lil baddie from france
only one night leave plays, like i’m vance

part ii: aesthetic

[verse: muna$he]
loving her aesthetic, sometimes i think she’s too good for me (whoa)
yes i gotta win, but sometimes i just gotta lose to see (what)
case closed, the f-cking case closed, i gotta let it free (whoa, whoa)
we been to the moon so many times that sh-t got old for me (whoa, whoa)

- mxnashe

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