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letra de thot mind - shivam

[intro: shivam]

god grant me the serenity to call out b-tches i can
to respect sistas till the end
and the wisdom to know the difference
this for all you hoes out there
suck my d-ck motherf-ckers!

[verse 1: shivam]
yeah, uh
man these texts are bleedin'(woo)
feels like someone slit my wrist this evenin'(ay)
believe me, im surrounded with darkness(hmm)
how can they, walk all over ’em deep feelings
all them affairs depletin’ like thugs in compton(whatt!?)
this f-ckface stomped ’em
just another day for a torontian
now im ponderin’ with this fountain
talk ’bout sh-t bleedin’, sprayin’ emotions f-ck
will be readin’ some o’ve ’em up
summon enough demons to leave ’em pleadin’
for death like they need a priest everytime
she thought o’ s-x with some dumb motherf-cker to bless them
won’t succumb to sl-ts, trouble’s in gut but her
number’s now up
found her at —-, she put millions o’ words together
scrounged up n’ said bae to lure me
someone set bail fo’ this paleface and her cellmates
tryna jailbait me into tailgaitin’ her booty
my new catchphrase from this(ay)
bad tale o’ bein’ too nice, feedin’ her each night(ay)
leavin’ some insight(woah) get deep with each line(ay)
when these hoes want some random sh-t and cannabis
they go off dancin’ with shiv, lemme preach
like jermaine dupri back when he thought he had
dre on his feet, just a play on the his-tory o’ hip hop
these hoes scammin’ dough wearin’ flip flops
ima open this b-tch with a can opener, stitch her back
this min so you man hoes better start listenin’
guard those hoes, my mouth’s on storm
been garglin’ listerine, bars blisterin’ cold like that
diss track last may to that theatre school
made ’em lose that swag
b-tch go ahead, play them fools, like 2pac spat
stay across the room, ima slaughter ya’ll soon
—- is in heaven, maybe if shiv was any clever
he’d save his pennies for a desmond
ya’ll lost b-tches knockin’ at my door and
by law you been adopted like kylo ren
but im ’bout to swat ya out, stomp yo’ mouth
but, h-ll! door’s now open
skip towns, be you will found
every bar that you enter(ay)
ima make you drink more henne(oh)-sy
trip her mind, man give her a shot o’ penicillin
drip a line o’ cocaine from top o’ ceilin’
proper billin address i need to get back that
dough that she thought o’ stealin’
that she thought o’ stealin’
that she thought o’ stealin'(hah)

[chorus: shivam]

she played me with finesse(ay)
left me a total messe(woo)
ain’t a hotline bling(ah)
that thotmind b(nah)
that thotmind b(yeah)
that thomind b(uggah)

[refrain: brown clown]

she cheated, things get heated
she pleaded, f-ck me she pleaded

[verse 2: shivam]

pack a suitcase and run, you rockin’ two faces at once
back when you said hey hun
got me very brains ‘racy like kevin sp-cey mixed with
carradine like we was gettin’ hunged over
namin’ our sons and daughters, we haven’t had
they got a clever dad, women salty, limpin’ for me
cuz im iudin’ b-tches into gettin’ pregnant
leave ’em cold ‘n’ lonely with a baby in the belly
lies to me and get infected, dad it?
nah im too busy makin’ up rhetorics, i’m pennin sh-t
im nacl to a feminist, they think they played me fair
now we chargin’ late fees to you lame b-tches
raisin’ them taxes, for payback
breakin’ they backs, now they laid back
we avoidin’ some namedrops
boys and girls, i’m poised and firm
makin’ their games stop
no matter how good the cover is
they ain’t gettin’ a penny back
cole’s been sayin’ on many tracks
time to bring ol’ shady back
on a cypher or one o’ my deadly raps
from now on im spittin’ tight facts ladies
won’t flinch or pinch homies, knowin’ sh-t
for what it is, back to reality
they get f-cked for trustin’ the wrong b-tch
from which they’d learn a dope lesson o’ b-tches layin’ baby traps
now b-tch pay me back
when you see shivam (when you see shivam)

[outro: shivam]

justin and victoria. f-ck you too b-tch!
and f-ck that punk motherf-cker
aii, cut it

- shivam

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