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letra de fiction - ushinatta

[intro]
(y’all n-ggas can come k!ll me, y’all n-ggas can come do whatever you want, f-ck all y’all n-ggas)
look, no cheese
yeah

[chorus]
marsy’ really just be switchin’
feds’ on my trail, this sh-t fiction
way too geeked, the eddies hittin’
n-ggas cry for a b-tch they missin’
i want more, i pull out wockhardt
he tapped out but this just the start
he fake sippin’, this boy a larp
you a geek ‘cause you hang with narcs’
she ask me “like, what’s up with you?”
i said “nothing, ‘cause b-tch, i miss you”
glock on waist, i might just hip you
red in my cup, sippin’ tissue
bought the weed, it’s operation
know he mad ‘cause his b-tch tastin’
he a weenie, ain’t talkin’ jason
my money older than me, it’s ancient
she doin’ lines like it’s a barcode
hе up the pole, oh, i up mark, oh
i do not chat, the mag’ gon’ startlе
shake the room like i’m from harlem
[verse]
b-tch got cake, i call her pastry
hit blinkers daily, it don’t phase me
i bust the block like this the 80’s
desert your ho, she said i’m tasty

[bridge]
(look, no cheese)
yeah

[chorus]
marsy’ really just be switchin’
feds’ on my trail, this sh-t fiction
way too geeked, the eddies hittin’
n-ggas cry for a b-tch they missin’
i want more, i pull out wockhardt
he tapped out but this just the start
he fake sippin’, this boy a larp
you a geek ‘cause you hang with narcs’
she ask me “like, what’s up with you?”
i said “nothing, ‘cause b-tch, i miss you”
glock on waist, i might just hip you
red in my cup, sippin’ tissue
bought the weed, it’s operation
know he mad ‘cause his b-tch tastin’
he a weenie, ain’t talkin’ jason
my money older than me, it’s ancient
she doin’ lines like it’s a barcode
he up the pole, oh, i up mark, oh
i do not chat, the mag’ gon’ startle
shake the room like i’m from harlem

- ushinatta

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