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letra de bruises - shysta

[verse 1: id the kid]
bruise right on my body
i can feel it aching in my back
feel out of control
like i’m in a f-cking body bag
always out my mind
man i want my f-cking body back
now i’m sitting back
-n-lyzing how you act
and i’m still not impressed
things that your saying
or the way that you’re dressed
the only thing you got
is that booty and your chest
but b-tch i can bang whoever
so bye-bye and god bless
and she still coming back?
what the f-ck i say
b-tch i feel like i’m trapped
how i’m supposed to live
with these hoes on my -ss
they try my sh-t once
now they’re hooked just like crack
and i swear that i won’t beat her, beat her
and i swear i’m not no cheater, cheater
man where the f-ck my life go
man where the f-ck my wife, goals

[chorus: shysta & id the kid]
f-ck i like to party
all these bruises on my body
hop on my safari
let’s get ruthless like benghazi
get obtuse with my lil posse
got grey goose for my survival
i get boosted for a hobby
i need bruises on my body
f-ck i like to party
all these bruises on my body
hop on my safari
let’s get ruthless like benghazi
get obtuse with my lil posse
got grey goose for my survival
i get boosted for a hobby
i need bruises on my body

[verse 1: shysta]
and my blood it feel like coffee
oh that p-ssy taste like saki
highkey, i could use some sloppy ‘naki
eat that like souvlaki
ooh that quench like tsunami
on that bench i go sumo
but my lens looking foggy
so my sins i can’t see
shawty doin reps
she hopping up and down my d
i said we should take a rest
cus’ i need preworkout for me
let me calculate
n’ fill my cup with alchemy
let’s amalgamate
n’ find oursleves a balcony
hunnid’ band
hunnid’ band
i hit the beat like a runner man
i bring the heat like the summer did
i feel my heart like a drummer man
i missed a part can you come again
i cannot hear what you mumblin
sorry it’s loud from the rumblin
let’s get a mat n’ then tumble in
all these drones in the air
i got tints in my roof
all these catfish in the pond
so f-ck the dms i’m aloof
i get clear with my route
swear i see it in my soup
i give years to my troupe
it’s like some gears when i loop
how do i break out
i hit the b-tch with a fake out
i love the b-tch from my neck down
she wanna be in my head tho
we run it back like a next round
she don’t want sleep in my bed tho
we go to bat n’ get real loud
hope she come back for the echo

[outro: id the kid & shysta]
our hobbies fill up lobbies
hotties full of mollies
yeah we f-ck with saudies
but dont go n’ tell the copies
yeah she feisty like wasabi
burn you a like a taki
she gonna dry you out
like she came out the mojave

- shysta

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