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letra de stay in touch (#^.^#) - shy popstar

(auxiliary military)

it’s a all punk summer
tell my mama that i love her
fifty bands on the block
spread the wealth, i’ll keep the hummer

body bussing’ she a baddie
i’m tryna see what’s up
she wear all black like kunoichi
anbu shawty f-ck me up

i ain’t never been so open
maybe i’m tweakin’ man whatever bruh
got me outside, rocking with my fade
have i ever bruh?

how you gon talk like that?
baby i know what’s up
maybe i cop that bag, yeah
but where yo gun?

shawty gon be on my d-ck, yeah
i’d lay in the grass with bugs
we making no fans and bands yeah
but shawty, she got in my guts
trippin’ in feelings like uh huh
but maybe shе got me to crush
she flexing my truеs and shoes
but i ain’t one to bite the dust

you thinking you got me to simp
nah, bands just in flux
i ain’t got bands, what you talking about?
you making yo fans look sus

i’m machine baby, shyne baby
what you wanna know baby?
i ain’t got no time for that hoe sh-t
you know baby?

yeah, and maybe we’ll grab some lunch
and maybe we’ll be in touch, but i ain’t ready to rush
(maybe we’ll be in touch, but i ain’t ready to rush)

sh-t is losing
she still got my flus in
i’m still woozy baby
you don’t understand the movement

i be going crazy when i’m all about my zoom sh-t
legends don’t be dying on my side, they be moving
you don’t wanna talk to me about that hit, you knew it
i don’t think you ready for commitment bruh, i knew this
all i got is trues b-tch, you don’t wanna sue this
catch me in that alley off the block before the blues hit
and if we do this, how long fore’ we through this
before we break up then we have the blues hit

it’s not that i don’t like you, it’s just that i don’t exist
and i’m not trying too

(auxiliary military)

it’s a all punk summer
tell my mama that i love her
fifty bands on the block
spread the wealth, i’ll keep the hummer

body bussing’ she a baddie
i’m tryna see what’s up
she wear all black like kunoichi
anbu shawty f-ck me up

i ain’t never been so open
maybe i’m tweakin’ man whatever bruh
got me outside, rocking with my fade
like have i ever bruh?

how you gon talk like that?
baby i know what’s up
maybe i cop that bag, yeah
but where yo gun?
shawty gon be on my d-ck, yeah
i’d lay in the grass with bugs
we making no fans and bands yeah
but shawty, she got in my guts

trippin’ in feelings like uh huh
but maybe she got me to crush
she flexing my trues and shoes
but i ain’t one to bite the dust

- shy popstar

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