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letra de heathens - smash fiction

heavenly heathens these b-tches i put a smile on these b-tches
in the club balling some green made me switch up off these switches
i kicked them all off the stage she blow the smoke out her face we let it fly
everyday cutting this cake
she pop a pill and go missing
scales on the counter in kitchen running it back like we fishing
stepped out the crib in my tracksuit why you fussed? stressing bout nothing
i had to cut out the caring selfish racks true but they coming
sign the check stupid, we dumbing hopped out the whip and they running
i paint a picture then fall off to sleep she suck on the d-ck then she creep
each to their own what i told her she still tryna understand me
take it off put it on me she push it all up onto me i watch the cake as it squeeze, tryna get into those jeans, fashion my feng shui but i’m still keeping it g
and i’m with the fashionable thugs on the back wall
back off the club i can’t lie that b-tch she fooled me
all that she wanted was l-st
talking about loving and stuff
i got a band in the glove
i threw an x in my cup just to forget just to forget
like hold on wait
who do you rep?
blood in her caltridge blood on my crep
i might just run up and take away your breath
look in my eyes we gone ball to the end
born in this world all alone die alone in the end, why my friend i need this big pack to cleanse
smashing the fiction
all of this rap sh-t is corny i ain’t even gona pretend
baby i’m h-rny i ain’t even f-ck on your friend i want to serve out a benz
wake in the morning walk out and do it again
when is this sh-t gonna end?
to tell the truth i can’t lie man i love it don’t wana be someone wana be something i was down bad but i came up from nothing
she on her knees my b-tch a muslim
who got the heat? i need it for something
she creep when i sleep, wake up to cussing
i like my bread with choc chips and a m-ffin f-ck on your sister f-ck on your cousin
money up front cus i don’t do no trusting talking that stick talk lil boy you be bluffing

it’s tucked in my coat
took it out pass it on send it by coach
why you do the most? i told you i sold my heart long time ago
she told me she’s finished for good
girl i know your friends have been speaking
you can’t leave i need that p-ssy for life so imma keep you my lil secret
oh no
wake in the morning
fell asleep still in my clothes
20 missed calls
and most of them be from the plug
i need this money for sure but you want that money for show ill put you on
send that boy o
ee-minie-mo we gave it to her on toes let snow bunnies play in the snow
chains on my neck young and fearless she threw it back for the realest
i can’t even f-ck on your missus two b-tches two different districts
young boy came back from the district you ain’t even finished your mission we send him back
i pop a pill and go missing

- smash fiction

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