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letra de xaust - undxxd

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[verse 1: ulteyr]
who that knocking on my door?
that is 12, holy f-ck
hide the sh-t inside the pole
studded belt, keep it tucked
all you b-tches wanna know bout my sauce, i won’t judge
got my shorty on the low
f-ck that sh-t, had enough
i be chillin’ wit’ my brodies, got’em chilling up in texas
ridin’ wit’ my shorty and we swerving in that lexus
never trust a person ’cause they done me h-lla wrong
shoutout vicious, that’s my homie, he gon smoke you like a bong
got that-

[verse 2: undxxd]
centerfold, keep the clippers next me to cut yo audio
ruler clip sendin’ sh-t to touch yo chromosome
go toe to toe wit’ boujee hoes, though, how it goes
never know, but now you feelin’ vertigo
tell me motherf-cker, what you really known to do?
i’mma ‘sume, yo ass is a p-ssy wit’ too much to lose
couldn’t get a clue, speed racer you should watch the zoom
k!llin’ sh-t like this enteral doom
wishin’ death like don’t you bloom
i’m thinking ‘bout the past, cannot get that sh-t to passed
laugh, crying while i laugh
image broken like some glass
don’t need my b-tch back, got my cats
all my friends telling me that i was doing too much for someone who didn’t even show it back
wow, now i chill in the abyss
only sipped a bit, but i been had a lisp
i can’t f-cking reminisce, cannot reminisce
i’mma go head ‘nd tell a bad hoe “suck my d-ck”
[verse 3: suhkima]
3 am walkin’ wit’ acetone
i’m gon’ lurk on yo street and dissolve all yo bones
learned dis’ shi’ chemistry, now i’m taking these souls
i’ve been cookin’ up, ugh, and i’m sellin’ yayo
i’m yo ho plug
cooking up, she need more drugs
she snuck in my crib, don’t want say but i face f-cked
post up
before court, i took 6 puffs
ghost slugs, can’t even see where i came from
wit’ my heater turn dat b-tch to rotisserie
i can’t walk ’round wit’out clutchin’ heat
i got dat dog fo’ real, it’s a part of me
money vision, my eye color green
xannie on me issa a yellow bean
i got dat dog fo it’s a part of me
i can’t walk ’round wit’out clutchin’ heat
money vision, my eye color green

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