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letra de pume sumbre (english version | gloomy panthers) - satra b.e.n.z (english)

[hook: k!lla fonic]x2
one ho, plus prelude, in rotation, lotta smoke
phenomenons, they’re all hoes, phenomenons, i don’t f-ck hoes
elegant and they’re all bent, elegant, i call ‘em gloomy panthers
elegant, i call them gloomy panthers, elegant, i call ‘em gloomy panthers

[verse 1: k!lla fonic]
these hoes ain’t local
these hoes seem like they’re from cosmos, bruh
these b-tches f-ck hard
these b-tches are stellar
so much snakery, so many dirty nights
broken bottles, screams, ambulance
i won’t get to jail, to asylums or to hospitals
f-ck the cops, f-ck the cops, bruh
lama fina, ay, ho, yah
my clique is f-ckiin’ hard, bro, yah
tony montana how i kick it, yah
another pair of pradas, i get ‘em
‘til morello gets ‘em, ay, yah
the club jumps how the house jumps to grasu
the club jumps how it jumps, pussy, how does it jump?
groove b-ss, you jump off cocaine, you do it like that, just like that
satrathug ‘til i’m buried, the money i make ‘til i’m baked
lama fina, slum crow
i keep the wood in the -ss of pussies ‘cause i want them
mary in my paper, it’s menage-a-trois
my crow, luca, on the b-ttons is possessed
my satra is f-ckin’ hard, i’m blessed
i drink with osama and i’m healed

[verse 2: nosfe]
daddy’s elegant girls, my panthers, come here
get under the stage to get a satra flow shower
a crew of bad b-tches, they look like it’s sailor moon
i listen to marracash and gue pequeno, italian vibe for real
the club jumps, i give ‘em the satra balance, it wets all the pussy
i don’t just want one, tonight more at once
this is o.$.o.d. ii, i’ll eat your satrab-tch pussy
let’s go in the room so i become your new daddy

[verse 3: keed]
mmm, let me eat that little b-tterfly of yours
after i’m done with you, your -ss will be over
iiiit’s a good thing that you know what you want
while you’re on your knees and you look in my eyes
the mascara leaks slow, slow on the cheek
mixed with tears of happiness, not of sorrow
and after you’re done with the warm up
come to daddy to explain to you what happiness is
i hit her like the bowling ball hits the pins, take it on the scar
ask for all you want, helicopter with propeller
the dumbest animal from keed came out
swallow all, nothing needs to drop, woo
i want us to have kids

[verse 4: super ed]
you’re panthers, i’ll get in the mix with panthers
ooooh, wearin’ sneakers, scented and d-ck hair shaved
my vocabulary is elevated, she rolls her eyes over
she whispers to me that her dream is to f-ck trap artists
on the d-ck, i take you where you want like what’s up
my taxi is not yellow, it’s emerald green
your panties, animal print, cheetah
i will fill your mustache with harap-alb
and she don’t have a pussy anymore ‘cause i ate
and she don’t have an -ss anymore ‘cause i ate
and she don’t want to get out of bed anymore
and she don’t want us to climb out of sin anymore
i hit the panther, panther forever
i put my d-ck in the panther from the sun to the moon
i hit the panther, panther forever
i put my d-ck in the panther from the sun to the moon
when i give ‘em the punchline like uzzi
d-ck to pussy, panther over
d-ck to pussy, panther over
d-ck…get the f-ck outta here, ho

- satra b e n z english

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