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letra de blood suckas / evil bitch - stung

[verse 1: mxthman]
she f-ck with me, she say, “what’s up”, to me
f-ck-n-gga tried to challenge me, i keep it stuck to me
i hate the -n-logy that these n-ggas can’t f-ck with me
these n-ggas broke, and it saddens me
she said, “mxth, i can’t believe”

[chorus: mxthman]
evil b-tch in love with me (in love with me)
smoking on skunk, i cannot see (cannot see)
f-ck on the b-tch, and i leave the scene (i leave the scene)
ah, he’s broke, he’s mad me
evil b-tch in love with me
smoking on skunk, i cannot see
f-ck on the b-tch, and i leave the scene
ah, he’s broke, he’s mad me

[verse 2: saki kazama]
why you n-ggas hating me, is it ’cause i’m with your b?
f-cked that little b-tch, she fit in them jeans
you know me, i come at you with my team
pfm, vtm, don’t f-ck with me
’cause i will suck your blood, n-gga, od
you know me, i’m bad in all black with my g’s
smoking on this weed, b-tch, i be high as sh-t
you know me, i’m bad, i’m f-cked up
you know me, i’m coming up with the f-cking sh-t
you know me, i’m bad, yeah, with your f-cking b-tch
yeah, she on my d-ck, and she loving that sh-t
you know me, i’m running up, now i be lit
i be out here with your b-tch, oh sh-t
she love me, she want me, she want the d-ck
you know me, know i be up, now b-tch, let me live, ayy
[verse 3: blxxdyfacerixh]
ayy, these n-ggas be stealing the swag, down bad, had to get me a bag
run up, and then get stabbed, sell a soul just to get me some cash
ho’, i’m a dirt bag, n-ggas still hate, but that’s making me laugh
sipping blood, ’cause it help me relax
before i love a b-tch, n-gga, i will love the drugs
before i k!ll a opp, i’ma k!ll who he love
n-gga, this ain’t juice, this is blood in my cup
if he say i’m not a vamp, then that n-gga must be dumb
yeah, she know i’m vtm, so that b-tch want to f-ck
little b-tch, i can’t lack, so i keep that blade tucked
masked up on that l!ck, man, i feel like ku klux
godd-mn, i’m so high, got your ashes in my blunt
n-gga, stop talking to me, she suck my d-ck when i pop me a bean
i can’t be fake, b-tch, i’m keeping it g
got blood in my tech, got blood in my lean
i’m in the streets while you on the screen
dirt bag, but i got to stay clean

- stung

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