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letra de satan's tears - twxg

[intro]
bim, guess what?

[chorus: twxg]
rain is falling the wrong way
going too fast, andante
slippin on my ashes like pompeii
i don’t go to jesus on sunday
satanic, or else?
trapped like an elf on the shelf
satan’s tears are all my fears
trapped like a- (bim, guess what?)
rain is falling the wrong way
going too fast, andante
slippin on my ashes like pompeii
i don’t go to jesus on sunday
satanic, or else?
trapped like an elf on the shelf
satan’s tears are all my fears
trapped like a- (bim, guess what?)

[verse 1: shadowkxx]
yuh, yuh, ayy
your b-tches be bonkers, your b-tches be trippin
you wearin all blue, but you know i ain’t pimpin
n-ggas i say i got me bent, but you know i ain’t slippin
the way the ice on the water, you know she be drippin (ayy)
take off go get the bag, take off jet lag
just call yo ass, just like “go at it”, ayy
and she runnin the bullets play tag, ayy, ayy
beat a n-gga block up, with the glock up, let her rock up
then i f-ck up your momma, she suck my c-ck up (giggle)
and by c-ck, i mean chicken, b-tch, i be sippin’
f-ckin these hoes, and your b-tch, she be dippin, ayy
feel like i got a black belt the way i’m pinnin these n-ggas
the way i’m spinning these n-ggas
the way they jumpin, m-th-f-cka, and now they
drowning these n-ggas, b-tch i’m going browning these n-ggas, like tell your hoe— (bim, guess what?)
k!ll a p-ssy n-gga, put him in the dirt n-gga
f-ck your b-tch, then i make her squirt, n-gga
then i k!ll a p-ssy n-gga uh, yuh, get a n-gga murked, n-gga!
i feel like a flamethrower the way i be spittin this fire
tell your b-tch i admire, and i gave her the sauce just like meyers
m-th-f-cka i put fire, i pour lean on your—
[interlude: shadow kxx]
aight thats— bruh, thats it though
i got it
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[verse 2: ydxx]
yuh, i’m a f-ckin statue, i ain’t moved in a decade
all these b-tches comin up, it’s bout time i’mma renegade
b-tch i just rose, you got me awake
i’m boutta drag you down, burnin up baked
f-ckers on fire. that’s my real heat
got em well done, it’s the souls that i eat
’cause you don’t f-ck with lucifer, and no i ain’t got tears
’cause i’m as real as real can be, no blood to turn my demon gears
i’m the monster under your bed, i’m the voices inside of your head
so don’t f-ck with me, cause i’ll f-ck you up
you’d be wishing that i left you dead
[verse 3: twxg]
k!ll ’em when i mean it, when i hit it, b-tch i beat it
when i’m too f-cking weak, to use it when i see it
never tell a b-tch apart, when i take her to a park
and i rip a legacy, bodegas, legacies, ecstasy
i just want money but dont think im greedy
i dont think its funny its not like im needy
insurance too high and its making me poor
the end should be nigh, and a kick in the door
get ’em out, out of the senate right now
get ’em out, out of the house right now
running a check 1-800 a month
get the f-ck outta here, leave in a month

- twxg

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