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letra de kant focus* - hydra remix - nikowoodyear

[intro]
haha (welcome to violet)
yo, n-ggas got bad taste
my legs ain’t never been in no f-cking lanvin’s b-tch

[chorus]
i’m off of a xan’, can’t focus
they told me “turn off that tune”, aye f-ck it, i’m floating
the sh-t i can’t stand is knowing
that i got the world in my hands and n-ggas ain’t notice
i gave ’em a chance, it’s over
never again
racking sh-t up finna touch me an m
racking sh-t up wit my ‘bludda’, my twin, on my mama we did that boy dirty like flint

[verse]
don’t wanna hear all that cappin’ you do in your music, it’s stupid, you booted again?
don’t wanna hear about b-tches you can’t ever pull, i’ma f-ck her then put it on film
yeah b-tch, wait
i’m smoking his mans, i’m blowin’ this dank
i swear the sh-t gas, the 808’s bouncing like ass
it’s grass for n-ggas that hate
i gave ’em a pass but f-ck it i’m back on they ass
like emo, i let the sh-t bang
aye f-ck it, like sosa i let the sh-t bang
go tie you a noose if you really wan’ hang
been great, i’m rocking this alex mcqueen, not w-ng
my b-tch is a vamp so i iced out her fangs
my side b-tch a demon, my main b-tch don’t like that i’m sneaky
an angel, i swear i’ma change
i keep me a diva, blue hunnids’ll keep her from leaving
regardless the b-tch ain’t gon’ say sh-t
i’m outta earth i just left the sp-ce station
he wanna get up b-tch drop the location
(huh, yeah, yeah, huh)
i’m off of that sh-t that’ll make you look asian
ran up my money and f-cked my stamina in the process ’cause i ran out of patience
i’m p-ssing out muddy
aye f-ck it, i’m p-ssing out money cause buying this drank get expensive
can’t tell you i love you
the b-tch want a ring from me, i’d rather go and buy newer balenci’
i went to the a and i balled out at lennox
a trip to the a and i’m balling like trae in a scrimmage
with a cup full of purple but this ain’t no grimace
and my n-ggas they sw-nging them rackets like tennis
and my n-gga i’m stacking sh-t up to the motherf-cking ceiling
i play with these rackies like tetris
i’m balling i swear to god that my whole life been a movie and all of these n-ggas is extras
way that i’m moving on this beat i’m feeling real groovy, no usher he giving confessions
i like to get lit so i party, she off the bacardi, but she cannot get in my section
no pressin’, aye look at the rollie; a pressie, no hesi’ watch how i step back from these peasants
these n-ggas is peons, they really look at me like leon, i’m locked in not singing for p-ssy
[bridge]
(yeah, i’m on a, yeah, b-tch)
sh-t not a cut scene, more like a blood scene
i’m on the front line sh-t’ll get bl–dy
was out in the field, fell in love with the blrr
can’t kick it with n-ggas i’d rather go punt ’em
can’t do all that fakin’ i keep this sh-t blunted
was out in the field showing n-ggas i run it
can’t fake sh-t for n0body, hate me or love me
(yeah, what, psyke, grr, yeah, what, b-tch)

- nikowoodyear

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