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letra de cantfeelmyface - nasty matt & bones

[verse 1: bones]
the room gets hazy, bones get lazy
sixth grade flashbacks, apes get bathing
i don’t want you lady, i don’t want you baby
gimme 50 feet, even if you tryna pay me
too rare for hd, too high to move
young columbine, b-tch, i’m too cool for school
so i dropped out
and no, b-tch, i don’t regret it
everybody back home, either broke or repairing
they got themselves a kid, i got myself some money
but still on the stoop, like ain’t a d-mn thing funny
young 98 degrees, trl, b-tch, you scream
i ain’t mixing up the lean, i ain’t stunting off the key
long hair, pinned up like a beautiful b-tch
coming down, blowing smoke, speaking bеautiful sh-t
okay, i kicked to the snare
okay, i boom to thе bass
what more can i say? i can’t feel my face
i got my ice cream hoodie
bathing ape tennis shoes
no time for pictures, no time for interviews
go on, get the money
snowstorm or sunny
now i look bad
what?
[verse 2: na$ty matt]
ride around the city with some brand-new heat
brand-new car, brand-new fit
brand-new seats, brand-new smell
feeling like j-lo hopping straight up out the cell
and i keep dual choppers, designing drugs for all my boppers
take me back, freshman year
black bapes, khaki dappers
went from old school chevys to drop-top porsches
couldn’t walk a mile up in my air forces (yeah!)
in my gray tee, break a b-tch back
car black, rims black, big black motherf-cking mac
tens in my jeans, these motherf-ckers think i’m god
do a show, request a scene, b-tches suck me off
i’m a f-cking goon
when i enter the room
fresh out the tomb, glock in my fruit of the looms
douchebag, scumbag, dirtbag
but i keep a bag of them xans to put a b-tch up on her back
sesh ’till i rest
’till they take me down, riding round
on caprice, bones smoking on the pound
it’s 1998 and i’m jonathan davis
all silver jumpsuit, all black mercedes (what?)

- nasty matt bones

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