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letra de manure - tajiez

“you gotta give em that hawk tuah
spit on that thing”

my b-tch p-ssy wet like a lake, your b-tch p-ssy wet like a sewer
the gang calling that b-tch a homework, the way n0body wanna do her
i wake up, i feel like the sh-t, that boy is on cow manure
she tryna tell me slow it down, okay i’ma chop and screw her
okay i’m lying i speed it up
whip out my d-ck and then that b-tch gon eat it up
going insane in the booth b-tch i heat it up
he say he popping, the numbers not adding up
my money on eiffel, your sh-t it don’t stack enough
go band for band and now that boy, he backing out
begging for mercy, he told me he had enough
i’ma keep punching, his eye is not black enough

what i say?
my money stack up like the eiffel, your money like the twin towers
my kawasaki from j-pan, we looking like we in rush hour
i like to call my gun a surgeon, the way it’s gon work on his vitals
if he bring a gun and then i bring a gun, let em spark, let em sing, we gon have a recital
i pull up on a boy like sketch
what’s up, brother?
i pull up on that n-gga with a chopper, turn him siamese the way my bullets stuck with him
and right now i feel like the best
i’m up, brother
like kong now he beating his chest
he be tryna impress, but he fighting with godzilla
he fighting with godzilla
they like godd-mn man, who the f-ck that n-gga
i feel like walter white like i got crystal meth from the way i be breaking sh-t bad n-gga
they like, oh no, tajiez he a bad n-gga
what the f-ck, thought that boy was a sad n-gga
nah i changed and put change in my pockets
my money so big, now my pants they gon’ sag, n-gga
my b-tch p-ssy wet like a lake, your b-tch p-ssy wet like a sewer
the gang calling that b-tch a homework, the way n0body wanna do her
i wake up, i feel like the sh-t, that boy is on cow manure
she tryna tell me slow it down, okay i’ma chop and screw her
okay i’m lying i speed it up
whip out my d-ck and then that b-tch gon eat it up
going insane in the booth b-tch i heat it up
he say he popping, the numbers not adding up
my money on eiffel, your sh-t it don’t stack enough
go band for band and now that boy, he backing out
begging for mercy, he told me he had enough
i’ma keep punching, his eye is not black enough

- tajiez

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