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letra de my fault (blast em) - skie.dt

[intro]
b-tches on me, blast em
b-tches on me, krr-krr
b-tches on me, blast em
b-tches on me, krr-krr
b-tches on me, blast em
b-tches on me, khh-krr
yeah, yeah, woo, my god

[chorus]
oh my god, drowning in the liquor
i need god, and my sins be forgiven
i don’t ask her, i just take
she’s ass fake’s a masquerade
she play me like a pack of trix
i thought that sh-t was for kids
i set high expectations but i live up to it
woah, woah, woah
she said that she wanna leave
i tell her, “no, no, no”
nowadays, i wouldn’t care
baby girl, do it in slow mo-mo
i been running through the city, but i’ma be homе soon
taught her how to suck my d-ck, call that girl a homeschool
[verse 1]
got a new glock with thе [?]
got a new burberry shirt from my bae
but that sh-t too bland for my taste
got a new [?], that’s a side b-tch
call my glo-o-o-ock, my side kick
we’ll jump you like robin and batman
if that don’t do then bring superman
i really wanna f-ck on a b-tch from pakistan
white girls with a little tan
why these b-tches love me? i don’t understand
you know that i keep it in my pants
they take off on my d-ck, maybe they got a rocket plan

[chorus]
oh my god, drowning in the liquor
i need god, and my sins be forgiven
i don’t ask her, i just take
she’s ass fake’s a masquerade
she play me like a pack of trix
i thought that sh-t was for kids
i set high expectations but i live up to it
woah, woah, woah
she said that she wanna leave
i tell her, “no, no, no”
nowadays, i wouldn’t care
baby girl, do it in slow mo-mo
i been running through the city, but i’ma be home soon
taught her how to suck my d-ck, call that girl a homeschool
[verse 2]
i don’t wanna go, go, go
you’re taking me everywhere, girl
even places that i don’t know
yeah, it’s fun, but i don’t wanna go no more
that b-tch say she love kissing her tits
she was really like kissing the floor
i swear i do the sh-t [?] and more
i do the sh-t for my family, i do the sh-t for my bros
when i get rich, i’ll just [?] everbody on their ten toes
you know how i stay fresh like mentos
i been cali f-ckin’ these bimbos
you know i keep it on me like a pimp, ho
leave me scrutinized
i don’t need another b-tch in my life
i can’t marry a b-tch and say that she’s my wife
’cause i’m way, way past that sh-t

- skie dt

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