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letra de twcfhwl - shua (alt)

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verse 1:
soaking in the “i hate mondays” vibe
fingers mad pruned & i sip on my mai tai
step out the hot tub that’s also a crater on the lunar surface
triple backflip off a high dive

fall to the earth in a skydive
no towel, pass an asteroid a high-five
grab the next whale i find tryna hitch-hike
and take him to the drive in theater, get his eyes wide

you’re looking like a kid in a candy store
or a flea on a labrador
when youre me, these fеats are mad easy
entertain thе weak like the sheet of a matador

chowing on cuisine when i eat, i’m a predator
bouncing off the beat like it’s grease on a splatter board
you’re blinded by prestige, i’m elite on the leaderboard
you hiding like youre sheik but i’m link fighting ganondorf

while i play, you pause it and look up the guide
i know you’re sauceless, that noodle stay dry
i’m a broken faucet , i drip til you cry
expondontious, yeah you’re lacking my guy
you melt under pressure when you’re close, you kid icarus
i’m the god of getting you p-ssed like lid flipicus
ford my own path like henry, i’m sensing
i’m the one making while you’re the one stitchin’ it

hook 1:
that wacky cat f-cks hard with lasagna (uh)
and ya know he lookin fed, kid
imma get to munchin’v when i get my paws on ya (uh)
and then we’ll get some breakfast

that wacky cat f-cks hard w lasagna (uh)
and you know he’s havin’ fun
get her hot and sweaty like we’re lying in a sauna (uh)
and then we’ll get some brunch

verse 2:
i’m not just talking vulgar, i speak obscene latin
leave the game split like i be speed strattin’
boxers made of silk while you ain’t seen satin
thin end of the wedge, bang and watch the peen fatten

keep it lowkey like the a on the left
sleeping with the queen, she let me lay on the br–sts
pepperoni fiend she got the meat on her breath
staring at them jeans, how she fit i’m impressed
don’t mind if i seem like the boast type
feel myself so often and hard i go blind
toes high when she’s up on the chode ride
climbing on her peaks to be like the most high

together she and i, a match made in heaven
you’re maidenless, i’m in maiden heaven
she gets me alone, her jaw’s on my dome
i go numb just like the bite of ‘87

hook 2:
that wacky cat f-cks hard with lasagna (uh)
and he ain’t gettin’ thinner
she blows head like the guy from nirvana (uh)
then we’re getting dinner

that wacky cat f-cks hard with lasagna (uh)
and he’s kind of a jerk
she’s got buns and she wants my anaconda (uh)
don’t forget about dessert

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