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letra de punch god pt.1 - srt j

[intro: srt j]
(b-tch)

[verse 1: srt j]
she a freak b-tch, imma use her for the face
doing 60 in this cat, yea, i’m bout to catch a case
endure this sh-t for three days, they say i sound like face
your b-tch p-ssy sweeter, i only use her for the taste
you receiving hoes like your name should be jace
you talking like you him, but you don’t got a place
watch her [?] mr. rearrange yo face
say her name is frito, cause her p-ssy taste like lays
why you rockin’ fake jordans? we don’t even see the j
stop with the sus, just i’m starting to think you gay
your b-tch ran wide open, sh-t, that’s an easy lay

[verse 2: srt j]
the way i’m pushing on this b-tch, they think my name is james
why you broke and 40, and you still on the game
sh-t b-tch, f-ck on any b-tch, you better make some change
bust your ass from all angles, like he at the range
watch your boy leak, that sh-t will never change
got two demons on the u.e we hogging out both lanes
yea, this b-tch is loud, you would think i’m in a plane
your b-tch made a mess, i made her clean the stains
she asked me for my d-ck, man, cause she seen the veins
bet she smoking straight gas, yea, you see the flames
your baby daddy broke, yea, he’ll never make a change
yea she say she love me, only f-ckin’ for the fame
i’ll leave a b-tch quick, i ain’t ever been a lame
your b-tch say she loyal, but she known for running trains
she says she want my joystick, but i ain’t playing games
got her off the 9. and she tryna give me brain
they ask if i write, but this sh-ts off the brain

[verse 3: srt j]
i’m not even in real life, it’s kinda like a game
why you rockin’ fake jewelry, that sh-t made out of chains
i was diving in her p-ssy, she let me hit it on a plane
she ain’t ever left the states, i took her out to spain
why you tell me bout’ ya mans, that sh-t h-lla strange
pack-a-punch a chop, yea, this b-tch from outer sp-ce
the way she on the live and kid, she need to catch a case
you was talking h-lla crazy, till’ spark put it to his face
her p-ssy up for takes, burn that, thought that sh-t was mace
b-tch tried to ride me, but i’m only here for the face
[?] his body missing, there won’t be a trace
your b-tch on her knees, and i’m tryna beat her face

[outro: srt j]
sorry if i hurt your b-tch, the way she ride this broomstick, i thought she was a witch
bro, i hate hitting this cat, i almost hit the ditch
the way she begging for the d-ck, she tryna make a wish
but i can’t hit that hoe, cause her p-ssy smell like fish
got this b-tch comin’ to my hip, i call his ass stitch

- srt j

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