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letra de bad meets evil - shareef & kwazii

[intro: shareef]
(this is a ktoe beat)
woah, uh-huh-huh
d-mn, uh-huh-huh
uh-huh-huh
uh-huh-huh
woah, woah

[chorus: shareef]
ayy, locked in, can’t n0body take me out my zone, baby, i’m boxed in
they know i’m the sh-t in every room i ever walked in
yes, i love the way she work, work, shawty clocked in
then i’m finna kick her to the curb, bae, i’m toxic

[verse 1: kwazii]
twe-twe-tweakin’ in my room, i left my perc’ in a lobby
she get in a mood and try to brain me like a zombie
i’m just tryna eat her out the table like hibachi
never mentioned that she had a kid, movе the car seat
made thе four-door skrrt, neighbors thought it was a masi
runners movin’ work, i can put you on a job sheet (woah)
i just left the earth, swear to god, i’m out my body
got ’em all natural curves, i can tell you do pilates

[verse 2: shareef]
d-mn, i got sixteen models waitin’ for me in a lobby
woah, i got sixteen bottles when i step into the party
woah, b-tch, i feel like joker, she gon’ ride it like a harley
woah, all these b-tches choosin’, they want currly, they want kwazii
[verse 3: shareef & kwazii]
416, she wanna come to the 416
i got my side ho gucci down, but i only christian dior one b-tch
bro, how in the f-ck all of these b-tches gon’ fit in the whip?
i don’t know, currly, i hope, all of these b-tches get back to the crib
f-ck, n-gga, what city we in? all of the cheese, i’m bringin’ it in
yeah, rollin’ with twenties and tens, i went to the club and did it again
huh, feel like i’m yeat, feel like i’m drake, countin’ the money for fun
this b-tch a freak, i like her face, i’m finna f-ck from the front
you ain’t even gotta say more, i’m-i’m-i’m blowin’ up like a claymore
all of my n-ggas gorillas, you walk in the spot, it look like a bape store
when the sunshine, know it’s rain pourin’, she gon’ suck the d-ck ’til her face sore
b-tch, i’m six side like stage four, got ’em runnin’ home like baseball lowkey (ah)

[outro: kwazii]
twe-twe-tweakin’ in my room, i left my perc’ in a lobby
she get in a mood and try to brain me like a zombie
i’m just tryna eat her out the table like hibachi
never mentioned that she had a kid, move the car seat
made the four-door skrrt, neighbors thought it was a masi
runners movin’ work, i can put you on a job sheet
i just left the earth, swear to god, i’m out my body
got ’em all natural curves, i can tell you do pilates

- shareef kwazii

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