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letra de tomorrownevercomes - street trill

[intro]
haha! oh, it’s street trill hahaha!
oh, ching ching ching chong!
oh, h-llo! ten minutes please, number 10 please

[verse 1]
rolling up a blunt of crack
from my dealer in north iraq
chingy chongy — rip the bongy
slap that b-tch up from the back
make it hurt and make her cry
squirting juices in her eyes
smoking berries, popping cherries
feeling like a pimp (uh-huh!)
what you wanna do? (b-tch!)
gather up your crew (b-tch!)
meet in the alley where the heroes die (gon’ make you cry)
you’re a stupid slump, you think i give a f-ck?
i’ll took your b-tch behind a kroger
f-cked her with her baby b-mp
doing cocaine like i own a business
but i’m really getting biggest
just by f-cking all these b-tches
what’d you think? that i’m gon’ quit?
give up right before the finish
like a dog shot down and buried
underneath my f-cking kitchen?
i won’t stop until i get it
and you ain’t dead until i f-cking finish
and shoot my load all up on your t-tties
i squeeze the trigger
your blood is flying
but i’m busy counting all my money
and if you wake up from this dream
with a woody and some 40s and your only 17…
join the stds — the kings of the streets
the beats of concrete

[bridge]
jungle rocket party junkie with a l-st for man-meat
i’m a beast, i’m a beast. [x2]

[verse 2]
don’t test me, you won’t best me
i fail tests, but i’ve got some huge testes
low acts, because i’m std
i spread through the county
trough the b-tches i’m hounding
huh? what you thinkin’ ’bout?
what you thinkin’ ’bout? huh?
what you thinkin’ ’bout?
what you makin’ mane? (mane, i’m making bacon, mane)
what you makin’ mane? (mane, i’m making bacon, mane)
i don’t wanna lose another player to this game
i don’t wanna fall off from my homies because of fame
i want my momma to wanna honor her son’s name
but i wanna f-cking hit some crack all the same
because you know i’m f-cked up still on cocaine
i’ve got a lot of problems i’ve got to explain
got a lot of days lacking light, sprouting shame
i sit up nights thinking about what you gave me
i don’t wanna k!ll the mood or anything
but i’ve got a lump in my nuts causing pain
i wanna f-cking suck on your juicy p-ssy
because maybe i’ll day at the end of today

[hook]
tomorrow never comes. tomorrow never comes
what if my wish, b-tch, was to make you c-m?
and tomorrow never comes?
what if we never c-m?

[verse 3]
take a bat to your baby
watch your face as you cry
handcuff you to a pole
whip your -ss with some rags–
soaked in bleach, boiling hot
puff a blunt while i whip
bl–dy face, bl–dy -ss
bl–dy legs, bl–dy hands
wipe my face with your p-ssy
take a lick, tastes like sh-t
f-cking cram my d-ck in it
gaping holes, puffy sores
aids is just a side-effect of hiv
sorry, b-tch. you wanted to hop on top of it
street trill ain’t got no jimmies
he f-cks you with his sausage link
and if you try and smoke his weed
then he’ll make you a promise, b–
that your tomorrow never comes

[hook]

- street trill

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