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letra de taliban - r2rcam

taliban lyrics
[chorus]
i’m finna pop (yeah), they won’t ready for it (woo, hey)
i’m on the phone with the taliban
he got a turban and k’s off the border
f-ck all the laws, f-ck all the order (f-ck ’em)
i made your thot top me up, then ignore her
fell asleep to her head and woke up to the morning (top)
first thing i do, gotta geek, i be soaring
yeah, she like to eat, i’m an orange
aye, don’t show me yo’ song, i ain’t for it (h-ll nah)
hey, i like the beat but ya’ boring
yeah, i’m finna beat ‘cuz she h-rny
p-ssy diamonds all on me, the corn
shе tryna suck on me, i’m knowin’
she want to f-ck on me, i’m knowin’
turnt to thе max, but i keep on pouring
i’m wit’ my demon, we keep on scoring
(i’m on the phone with my demon)

[verse]
i don’t do the derby, my car got some horses
she think i’m fresh, all i’m wearings is forces (all white, hey)
all i did, sent her one text, i ain’t force it (no, i sent her a dm)
i just be walking in water like moses, aye (ain’t no way)
not tryna park the d-mn porsche, i’m f-ck ’round and push it (whew, hey)
i don’t even rap mane, i just talk on the beats and got everyone lookin’
i don’t perform man, but they said that i should
you got racks, gon’ and book it (hey), know i’m sayin’?
i been ballin’ all day, i get buckets
imma hit every shot ‘fore the buzzer
treat these kids just like flys, they bee buzzin’
you get shot out the air if u rushin’ (buh buh, what)
tryna f-ck on her friend and her cousin
i don’t lie in no song about nothing
hit for a different amount every month (racks)
he tried to pop out, got popped in the cut
he tried to run, he got shot in his b-tt (woww)
he tried to fly and he flew in my blunt
i already told ya’, i’m pullin’ a stunt
i already told ya’, i get this b-tch krunk
and i already told you i got this b-tch jumpin’
n-gga swear he bear, he got turned to a gummy
and this money don’t fold man, it’s not origami (woo)
running for president, bet i won’t lose like mitt romney (woo)
i just be playin’ it cool, why they tryna be round me?
i fell asleep in the pool and woke up to a thotty
hop in the tesla, i ain’t feel like drivin’
she asking me questions, i said, “what”, like i’m carti
she sippin’ on hennessey, don’t sip bacardi
i just told her, “you renting me out for the night”
she just told me, “you bending me up super right”
i heard they looking for me, so i feel like mrs. right (ughh)
[chorus]
i’m finna pop (yeah), they won’t ready for it (woo, hey)
i’m on the phone with the taliban
he got a turban and k’s off the border (woo)
f-ck all the laws, f-ck all the order (f-ck ’em)
i made your thot top me up, then ignore her
fell asleep to her head and woke up to the morning (top)
first thing i do, gotta geek, i be soaring
yeah, she like to eat, i’m an orange
aye, don’t show me yo’ song, i ain’t for it (h-ll nah)
hey, i like the beat but ya’ boring
yeah, i’m finna beat ‘cuz she h-rny
p-ssy diamonds all on me, the corn
she tryna suck on me, i’m knowin’
she want to f-ck on me, i’m knowin’
turnt to the max, but i keep on pouring
i’m wit’ my demon, we keep on scoring
(i’m on the phone with my demon)

- r2rcam

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