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letra de sativa - va11c

(smoke jojo)

[verse: va11c]
i said
i’m rolling up sativa
bad b-tch
i don’t f-cking need ya
slashes
on her wrist she had to sleeve up
ashes
b-tch what i had left to you
miss them f-cking nights
when we got drunk, dancing
b-tch i hate them nights
where we started f-cking ranting
and we stumbling
no way we f-cked up again
it feels like it was the end
when will i see you again
when you left me
it felt like my world ended
all these notes that i had for you
and i didn’t send’em
all them late night texts
i didn’t mean to send’em
sometimеs i sit here and wonder why thе f-ck i’m venting
why am i rambling
why did you leave me
why don’t you need me
why don’t you keep me
why don’t you see me
why the f-ck do you keep distant from me
what did i do to you
why didn’t you fiend for me
coulda succeed with me
instead you bleed with me
you cannot keep from me
you cannot flee from me
she reached her peaks with me
though she would ride with me
instead she died with me
just needed privacy
and girl you proud of me
instead she yelled at me
she used to hate on me
now she’s a fan to me
you my worst enemy
what has got into me
what don’t you see in me
[verse: heyvelli]
two typa hoes in my section
one of my b-tches classy
one of my b-tches messy
i can never pass sh-t
kicking sh-t like messi
i can’t stress it
bad b-tches dressing
i just, called up all my bros tryna bless’em
let this choppa stretch’em
prada jeans expressing
i know this b-tch tryna send a message
i ain’t texting
hoes love to see me flexing
i just pray to god
put my hands together
all of my n-ggas they sticked up
pile up bands too tether
she sucking my d-ck and i’m bricked up
f-ck this b-tch on a cappella
i can’t sing sh-t helen and keller
jmo fill a n-gga with pellets
b-tch i’m sick as f-ck like salmonella
had to slow down
doggy b-tches low down
put my hand on this hoe mouth (shhh)
neighbors can’t hear none of the sound
i got shooters from the south
[?} gon pull that bl!cky out
bouncin of x can’t feel my mouth
x and s-x gon turn the house
she turn me on
im tryn’ mix some pills together
x gon turn me up
i had to take my condom off
hope this b-tch don’t burn me up
h-lla gas got me noddin’ off
b-tch ion think i heard nun
i gotta lean or this sh-ts like my worst song
(my worst song)

- va11c

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