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letra de planet namek - rjldiablo

[intro]
gang
gang (yeah)
gang
gang (yeah)
gang
gang (yeah)

[verse 1]
if she wanna play that game, she know that i’m gon’ leave her (yeah)
f-cked a b-tch with onlyfans, her only fans are teenagers (motherf-ckin’)
i flew to planet namek, with a sp-ceship, man, i’m ridin’ (yeah, i’m ridin’)
hopped up in that bentley, so, yeah, b-tch, you know i’m wildin’ (gang)
ayy, b-tch, sit on my face (face, face), don’t care ’bout your race (race, race)
don’t care if you ain’t (ain’t, ain’t) able to replace (‘place, ‘place)
as long as i don’t catch a case (case, case), but i’ma still play you like bass (bass, bass)
ayy, she know i be gettin’ cash (cash), she know i be makin’ it flash (flash)
she know that my lamb’ hit the dash (dash), p-ssy wet on my moustache (‘stache)
got a hundred racks in the stash (stash), she beat off to my tag (my tag)
and her titties, they don’t sag (sag), that b-tch ‘pleneshing the mag (mag)
you know we don’t f-ck with, uh (uh, uh, rj diablo, man, you know what it is)
[chorus]
they hated now i’m up (up), planet namek (namek)
they watchin’ on the wrist (wrist), got a patek
they watchin’ on the wrist, yeah they watchin’ on the wrist
them boys is talkin’ sh-t, yeah they talkin’ sh-t
my sh-t the bomb, it leave your city lookin’ like the blitz
got us airin’ out the block, stay in your house, kid
and i’m the prince of this sh-t, call me f-ckin’ vegeta
got a bad b-tch on my d-ck, she takin’ pictures of her feet, bruh

[verse 2]
and she wanna f-ck (and she wanna f-ck), i’m so f-cking lit (i’m so f-cking lit)
hopped up in the truck (hopped up in the truck), i’m stoked, little b-tch (i’m stoked, little b-tch)
got all these opps on my d-ck, yeah, boy, they all talkin’ sh-t
posted in the ritz, so now, boy, i stay where i sit, until i get fit (ayy)

[chorus]
they hated now i’m up (up), planet namek (namek)
they watchin’ on the wrist (wrist), got a patek
they watchin’ on the wrist, yeah they watchin’ on the wrist
them boys is talkin’ sh-t, yeah they talkin’ sh-t
my sh-t the bomb, it leave your city lookin’ like the blitz
got us airin’ out the block, stay in your house, kid
and i’m the prince of this sh-t, call me f-ckin’ vegeta
got a bad b-tch on my d-ck, she takin’ pictures of her feet, bruh
[outro]
riding through the city, going through these different phases
she posted in the front seat with a d-ld- and she blasian
she the baddest b-tch i’ve ever had, i think i’ve made it
our life is a movie, i don’t care ’bout the age rating

- rjldiablo

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