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letra de match - tvbuu

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hook:
it’ll get worse
put you in the dirt
fires in the church
feel the curse
make these b-tches squirt
right inside her skirt
and make it hurt
they gonna feel the burn
like i just got my turn
and squish the worm
take the matches
out my pocket
let it burn
x2
first verse:
you think we playing hoe
i just got my flame thrower
load the gasoline inside
i promise
that it’s game over
we taking over
hold up
b-tch you need a make over
take control
and shake this sh-t up
pop it
like a can of soda
the darkest cobra
venom
leaking out my mouth
it’s dripping
walk into the strip club
with a dollar
cause i’m never tipping
feel it in my m-th-f-ckin body
devils in my mind
i spread my wings
and f-ck an angel
beat it up
until she crying
and if im dying
then i’m crawling out my f-cking grave
breathing fire out my f-ckin mouth
and blow this b-tch away
i got my dog
you knowing
that we came
to f-cking play
barking loud
and bite your f-xking face
and tear that b-tch away
—-
chant:
now where your b-tches at
get some
you got a problem m-th-f-cka
come and jump
now where your n-ggas at
get some
you got a problem m-th-f-cka
come and jump

hook:
it’ll get worse
put you in the dirt
fires in the church
feel the curse
make these b-tches squirt
right inside her skirt
and make it hurt
they gonna feel the burn
like i just got my turn
and squish the worm
take the matches
out my pocket
let it burn
x1
second verse:
i never gave a f-ck about your feelings
i pop a wheelie
with the mac
and then i f-ckin rip it
i count about thousand dollars
then i f-cking spend it
black whip
chrome rims
all my windows tinted
b-tches spinning
—-
tripping out
blacking out
we gonna pour a bottle
drink it down
p-ss it out
who the f-ck is that
get the crowds
we get em loud
where them b-tches at
now bring em out
they on the couch
—–

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