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letra de zatanna - nantes

[verse 1]
this depression detailed by acme
this that head game in the backseat
this that gimme nookie while my granny home
yo man callin’ while you eyes rollin’ back
knockin’ boots while yo baby sleep
you choosin’ up don’t choose me kuz i break your heart into tiny pieces
see, i say i love her but never mean it
her p-ssy just my preference
thickened up right, she was pregnant
her kid cool but he lowkey hate me kuz i was knockin’ on his front door daily
who do i despisе? think i caught a feei
i see her different whеn she rock him sleep
i feel close when she kiss my lips and tell me what she think
or about her pain, what she been through, how her mama trippin’
d-mn, i see her different she a whole woman
man ain’t sh-t, i ain’t sh-t
her eyes shine thru thick glasses when the light refracted thru the window open
blaaka bussin’ off like four times, pray i miss the p-ssy
gotta whole seed wit a pretty mama who i think about when i’m in her deep
can’t sleep, dreamt about her on her two feet
new apartment wit my son flossin’, big benz wit a sunroof
if my son roof, barkin’ at women like his papa trippin’
imma tell him right, still wakin’ up in the moonlight
next to her, she not mine but she could be
what about the man i should be? if my princess on the same thing, if mami peeped the hurt wised up and just dipped out
this temptation kuz i feel love wen she layin’ back and my d-ck out another sleepless night wit cum stains on my granny couch see i feel her now
[hook]
she just wanna roll up her tree (yee!)
i just wanna rub on her feet (go!)
can i? can i?
get close to you? (you, you, you, you)
say you feel like magic
makin’ me numb (yee!)
i don’t wanna run (bow!)
i don’t wanna run
say you feel like magic
makin’ me numb
i don’t wanna run (yee!)
i don’t wanna run
say you feel like magic (d-mn, ay)
magic (d-mn, ay)
magic (d-mn, ay)
say you feel like magic (d-mn, ay)
magic (d-mn, ay)
magic, hey yea-e-yea

[verse 2]
this depression detailed by acme
this that “ack rite” or my son taken by his mama far
this that nantes gotta raise the bar
this that ain’t f-ckin if i don’t love her
imma hypocrite kuz if them titties juicy, we gon film a movie all about her beauty
lemme call her phone kuz i’m alone, say her son gone for the weekend
glasses fallin’ so i push em up, stare in her eyes
there i see it, a galaxy pulsatin’ so sporadically
let’s travel then to the stars and back
how does one react to the active vision of her thighs steady callin’ me to duty?
play no games wit her pensive nature as i f-ckin hold her close
lemme a rap a minute kuz she was never mine but wasn’t his
simple bullsh-t, tryna womanize while tears well up in my woman eyes
pray my son a better man
breakin’ daughters kuz she call me daddy but don’t know her father
think he like me so she just replace him
mother just the same, reason for this hatred
i can love her better if i really try but don’t love myself
that explain all the late nights l!ckin’ her cl-t, bitin’ her lip, tastin’ my pain
tastin’ her tears, tastin’ her hate, tastin’ her l-st, tastin’ her fear of all of this love if became real
i know it feel good but how do you feel? bae, how do you feel?
[hook]

- nantes

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