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letra de villain - t.i.m. (rap)

[verse 1: t.i.m.]
you seem like you wanna be stabbing me
yeah, pull the blades out to jab at me
i would say that i’d [?] you drastically
but i can say, f-ck a b-tch’s pride, i sink
you wonder why i think you’re after me?
it’s so your momma [?]
it seems to me like y’all muhf-ckers practically, actively, happily mad at me
this mapped out, i’m the solar system
[?]
i’m done with the times, i double the rhymes
i’m running, i’m high, [?]
[?]
[?] a lie, adjust for the times
[?]
i promise you, i’m the king of the show
this is a fact that you needing to know
these bros saying that they leaving a ho
well, you lose you and me, and i’ll keep [?] below

[chorus: t.i.m., jarren benton]
i’ll be the motherf-cking villain if you ask me to be
yeah, don’t try it, i know that you’re coming for me
i’ll be the villian if you ask me to be (yeah)
c’mon then, bring the beef, woo! (ooh, oh, yeah)
[verse 2: jarren benton]
boy, these n-ggas like to pop sh-t (uh), until we pull out with them chopsticks (brrt)
n-ggas say he used to chop bricks (uh-huh)- stop it, you ain’t chop sh-t
you know shots out by t-boy get dropped quick
we do big tingz, keep the spot lit
keep the glizzy on me, i will not slip
it’s the booming bit’ that bit the lochness (ha!)
slap marilyn manson, this the f-ckin’ anthem in a mosh pit
n-ggas barely standin’, b-tches slam dancin’, we gon’ burn and hang ’em
boy, these n-ggas p-ssy, they should wear a tampon (ooo)
then i count to million, what a f-ckin’ feelin
murder on my mind, i wake up and k!ll ’em
d-mn, another victim, slap ’em from the feeling
this the bully bitten in the f-ckin’ field, and (ha!)

[chorus: t.i.m.]
i’ll be the motherf-cking villain if you ask me to be
yeah, don’t try it, i know that you’re coming for me
i’ll be the villian if you ask me to be
c’mon then, bring the beef, woo!

[verse 3: vitaily]
h-lla f-cked up when the coke [?]
then gotta slow down slow, it’s lean i’m sippin’
made h-lla money from the packs and [?]
why would i go slow? you know i’m limpin’
muhf-ckers be backing up when i be pulling up
if you want smoke, then we loading the uzi’s up
i’m [?], and we looking so sinister
pass the b-tch to the gang when we finish her
if you on your knees, praying to god
then we pulling up, shooting the minister
if you want beef, then i pack your lunch
i pack a punch, that’s why you won’t f-ck with us
no pump, bout you already know i be gassin’ up
i pass the blunt, i pass the pump, it’s finna get dangerous
[?] you ain’t no [?] with us
look to you crib like [?], time is up

- t i m rap

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