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letra de xxxatch - smir

[intro: smir]
w-w-w-w-woah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
w-w-w-w-woah
w-w-w-w-woah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
w-w-w-w-woah, w-w-woah
oh oh (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[verse 1: smir]
it’s for certain we gotta keep dis sh-t in da curtains (w-woah)
it’s for certain i got her f-cking legs hurtin’ (w-woah)
she was a virgin, but now yeah she learnin’
i rub her in some ointment, babygirl enjoyin’
she thought it was a joystick the way that she be toyin’
she thought that i was perfect, but my heart is toxic poison (oh, yeah)
she came to f-ck, it was picture perfect
different person when she textin’, guеss her heart was hurtin’
(woah w-w-woah)
now she wanna f-ck again
but i ain’t еver going back in
yeah she fake, two-faced
crushed up molly in her face, on our first f-cking date
took her back to the stu’ and showed her what i just made
broke her back in the stu’, got her an uber back to her place
she been feelin’ all on me i been on the amphetamine
yeah we all gon die someday, so i keep me a k just in case
yeah, pray to god i don’t get caught by a stray
but if it happens i guess that’s my faith
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
[verse 2: semmy ♰]
she wanna f-ck on the motherf-ckin’ gang (woah)
n-gga be talkin’ that smack
lil boy come say that sh-t to my face (yeah)
i got smir up in the cut and he gon’ turn you to a case
n-ggas talkin’ all that sh-t
lil boy just stay up in yo’ place
step on these motherf-ckin’ shoes if you want to
i don’t even know you n-gga get back
we cut a n-gga like we usin’ pro tools
i’m tryna put a n-gga in a pack
and i can’t wife no hoe
cause baby you not in my bracket
all that talkin’ that you doin’
let my lil n-ggas catch you (yeah, yeah-yeah)
baby i can’t even motherf-ckin’ vent (woah-woah)
baby that’s why i got no f-ckin’ friends (yeah, yeah)
baby stop callin’ my phone
unless you comin’ over and takin’ off that thong
gunshots left and right n-gga get the f-ck off yo’ phone
cause it could go wrong, man just go home
(yeah, yeah, yeah)

[outro: semmy ♰]
baby i can’t even motherf-ckin’ vent (woah-woah)
baby that’s why i got no f-ckin’ friends (yeah, yeah)
baby stop callin’ my phone
unless you comin’ over and takin’ off that thong
gunshots left and right n-gga get the f-ck off yo’ phone
cause it could go wrong, man just go home

- smir

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