letra de jesus love you but i dont - pranav.wav
40 spin his block like a beyblade
ops they been b-tch made
shoot down your plane
smoke a blunt to your mayday
fist f-ck your face
with a glock or an ak
run with a switch
cut him up on the same day
raining holos on that boy
running down that p-ssy block
k!llin’ people gives me joy
leave that b-tch dead from his shock
punch a kid and break his toy
rob that p-ssy take his sock
you a b-tch yeah you troy
snap his jaw yeah it gon lock
jesus love you but i don’t
break your face and take your phone
aim the gat your brain is blown
pastor p stay on a thrown
you a child who think it grown
you not him b-tch you a clone
actin tough your head is gone
f-ck your life i got my own
you a wide f-ckin man
i know your ass never ran
i be blending in the dark
cause my dark ass be kind of tan
bigger than my zip code
caught him on the reload
you can’t fit up in a car
your ass need a railroad
40 spin his block like a beyblade
ops they been b-tch made
shoot down your plane
smoke a blunt to your mayday
fist f-ck your face
with a glock or an ak
run with a switch
cut him up on the same day
raining holos on that boy
running down that p-ssy block
k!llin’ people gives me joy
leave that b-tch dead from his shock
punch a kid and break his toy
rob that p-ssy take his sock
you a b-tch yeah you troy
snap his jaw yeah it gon lock
you obese as f-ck
whipping in a stolen truck
b-tch you need a tummy tuck
or big ass stroke of luck
cause you got cholesterol
and it’s clogging up your heart
and you can’t move at all
hit the gym yeah that’s a start
40 spin his block like a beyblade
ops they been b-tch made
shoot down your plane
smoke a blunt to your mayday
fist f-ck your face
with a glock or an ak
run with a switch
cut him up on the same day
raining holos on that boy
running down that p-ssy block
k!llin’ people gives me joy
leave that b-tch dead from his shock
punch a kid and break his toy
rob that p-ssy take his sock
you a b-tch yeah you a troy
snap his jaw yeah it gon lock
jesus love you but i don’t
break your face and take your phone
aim the gat your brain is blown
pastor p stay on a thrown
you a child who think it grown
you not him b-tch you a clone
actin tough your head is gone
f-ck your life i got my own
you a wide f-ckin man
i know your ass never ran
i be blending in the dark
cause my dark ass be kind of tan
bigger than my zip code
caught him on the reload
you can’t fit up in a car
your ass need a railroad
40 spin his block like a beyblade
ops they been b-tch made
shoot down your plane
smoke a blunt to your mayday
fist f-ck your face
with a glock or an ak
run with a switch
cut him up on the same day
raining holos on that boy
running down that p-ssy block
k!llin’ people gives me joy
leave that b-tch dead from his shock
punch a kid and break his toy
rob that p-ssy take his sock
you a b-tch yeah you troy
snap his jaw yeah it gon lock
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