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letra de bible - the boyz

[verse 1: lily]
yuh, let’s throw it back, old school, ‘fore i got to know you
i was skippin in the halls, d-ck too small, didn’t even have b-lls
i drive too fast kinda hopin i would crash
grew up too fast when i first smoked gas
parents always ask when i’m comin back (hahaha)
i’m never at the house cause i’m always stressed out
nah
back to you
you made me grow up even though i didn’t want to
it’s love hate, baby, don’t make me say it, but i
can’t live without you
spend nights in my bed and the days you just run around my head
you hit me with the come over text, and the next thing i know, i’m at your door
f-ck it, lemme hit you with some dark humor
trippin on these bars cause i can’t keep up, hope i don’t throw up
boy you better watch your mouth ‘fore i run up on your house
and hit a l!ck on your sh-t, then make you suck my big fat d-ck, yuh (suck my d-ck)
how it taste? kinda like your b-tch right?
cause i f-cked her in my backseat last night
we was whippin in the foreign, but on some real sh-t
man, that chick kinda boring
haha, sike nah (haha)
that’s the end of my bars, so let the hook sing yuh
miss madi better do her thing
[verse 2: madi]
stop calling my phone, i don’t know you anymore
i found something new and though i might not make it through
i really hope i do and i can see my future too
after you i found something in me i never had
you can’t make me feel like that now, i don’t feel so bad
i got my own things and i know if my phone rings
it’s someone’s voice i wanna hear, not someone who’ s gonna make me fear
not someone who’s gonna give me fake love
you might think you’re daddy, but he sings bruce springsteen
like ‘hey little girl is your daddy home’ and he’ll be here by the time you’re done
yeah that’s a quick minute, but that’s how fast you finished
mmmmmm

[verse 3: lore]
i never read a sacred text but maybe i should
i was raised right by a mother that taught me good (mama)
but sometimes i feel like there is another me
like noah with his arc another set of prophecies
on a pursuit of happiness but i might be there
like will and jada i am not a ready for an affair
of finding myself and finding others (others)
it’s just my mom my sisters and my brothers
and my girl, you know i had to put that in
all our energies together transcend
the highest amount of love that you’ve ever felt
don’t f-ck with racists in the bible belt
change the world by the age of 26, roosevelt
with the person that makes my heart melt
the only thing i can do is wait and see
what this gracious life has to offer me
there’s never too much heaven no bee gees
i will never finish last like i’m a z
blue pill red pill watch my life in 3d
expand my thoughts and my family tree
make these crowds scream like a banshee
be decisive like i’m sitting at the fig tree, uh
[verse 4: leo]
smokin’ america spirits, boy you’re lookin like you got that fit on clearance
words are slurring like i’m getting incoherent
slide and swerve like the wheel that i’m steerin (jeeeez)
hop in the whip, got a foreign, but my foreign is a volvo
get your dusty ass out my face and lemme snort my f-ckin polvo
pokin needles in my arm, full of ink not brown
i’m sorry mom, but i think your son’s a letdown
k!llin every beat i make the studio a ghost town
at my wedding f-ck a suit, i’ll wear a wedding gown
f-ck the gender norms, f-ck religion hatin queer folk
f-ck the racists and the missionaries, 2020’s f-ckin scary
-breathes-
take care of myself because i know that god don’t exist
she’s a b-tch, so i smoke and get p-ssed
nevertheless i persist
god’s no interventionist
she brings me harm except the times she brings me to your arms
makes me feel religious i might sing a psalm
gotta reach my inner peace like the dalai lama
so beautiful like all the flora and the fauna
b-tch so fire make me feel like i came out the sauna
hold up, lemme smoke my marijuana

[verse 5: amir]
(ahaha, rip jiraiya)
uh, i got all the bars no i don’t mean no xans
i’m drivin in my porsche boy you know i got them bands
f-ck with my and boys yeah gonna catch these hands
call me young mike tyson send you to the bad lands (ding)
no love in this world, yeah it makes me sad man
tryna chill with my girl on the beach, get a tan
grab her hand
in the sand
my command
on demand
yeah yeah
tryna find love’s bout as hard as my d-ck
all this hate and pain dawg, yeah sh-t makes me sick
society full of trash, just like the knicks
b-tch is corny as f-ck, but d-mn bro she’s thick

- the boyz

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