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letra de t33th - sam crutcher

[intro: kanye west]
this is what we do to hold people back. this is what we do. and we got this other thing that’s also been working for a long time when you don’t have to be racist anymore. it’s called self-hate. it works on itself. it’s like real estate of racism. where just like that, when someone comes up and says something like, ‘i am a god,’ everybody says ‘who does he think he is?’ i just told you who i thought i was. a god

[chorus]
you b-tches annoying as f-ck
you is a fake, don’t front lil b-tch you better be backing it up
i caught a bag, ain’t fumble it, flip it and rip it and pass to the blood
if it’s a facade then drop thе cap, it’s just a performance for one
why is you lying for what?
know i had to keep it a buck
i just want thе bands and a bust-down rollie but that sh-t is never enough
i need a blunt and a bad b-tch, passenger princess i pull up at once
tryna get drunk and nasty, quiet until i get crunk
i’m out here actin’ a sl-t

[verse]
i’m showing my t–th, molars large
took out the opps, beat the charge
it’s bigger than names, don’t get lost
i’m running the culture for a cause
keep talking to me you’ll get a job
easy to please a man, a dog
dangle a treat, i’m taking off
psychology, she pavlov built like kim
let me style you like ye
make the models look bon marché when you ride with me
i’m crazy when you quiet with me
it must be biology the way
that i chase you with no shame
don’t do theology but sh-t
for you, i get on my knees and i pray
cinema studies major in a high-heel
brought her home, made a snuff film
and i don’t hide my likes on instagram
b-tch i didn’t flop, they just don’t get it yet
went too hard, unplugged my mic during the f-cking set
give them tinnitus ‘fore the night is over, i’ll make ‘em sweat
i need paparazzi at the gate when i pull up with my sidepiece
but we already pullin’ up late cause the limousine got leg sp-ce
[chorus]
you b-tches annoying as f-ck
you is a fake, don’t front lil b-tch you better be backing it up
i caught a bag, ain’t fumble it, flip it and rip it and pass to the blood
if it’s a facade then drop the cap, it’s just a performance for one
why is you lying for what?
know i had to keep it a buck
i just want the bands and a bust-down rollie but that sh-t is never enough
i need a blunt and a bad b-tch, passenger princess i pull up at once
tryna get drunk and nasty, quiet until i get crunk
i’m out here actin’ a sl-t

[outro]
i’m showing my t–th
i’m showing my t–th
now i want you to
jump
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now i want you to
jump
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now i want you to
jump
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now i want you to
jump
jump
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[interlude: wendy williams]
how dare you, mr. spears. you had me fooled. and you too, mrs. spears. death to all of them

- sam crutcher

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