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letra de scandalous - vita corleone

[verse 1]
my dm on do not disturb, but your boyfriend intruding; he like what he heard. while you stalking my twitter, he cop me a fur and you wondering when he’ll be home like a bird. mind your mileage lil thot, ima always come first. with a bag in my hand ‘cause he wanted to splurge. when i drain his account, then i might reimburse, send him home with my scent guess i marked what was yours

[verse 2]
my bad! going out sad. b-tch i’m solidified, you just a fad. i’m that lil petty hoe; have a b-tch gagged. send a fl!ck of me laid up with your dad. next to the kissy face, tongue out and waggеd. next to the addy, pull up if you bad. have a b-tch aggy aftеr she get dragged. f-ck on your man then i f-ck up a bag

[chorus]
if i like it, then i take it (oh). send him my location (yuh). i pull up looking scandalous and then he watch me shake it. drop it 1,2,3 times, yeah i’m heavy saucin’. i put it on him daily and i leave his ass exhausted

[verse 3]
way i look up at him while i be slurping, it’s a wrap for you and i’ll close the curtain. don’t give a f-ck if we friends, i’m a serpent. i’m more than what you could see on the surface. i pull him in off a vibe and that’s certain, i write the checks and he sign em in cursive. he take me shopping and he make the purchase. ima exchange him when he fill his purpose

[verse 4]
d-mn, i came in ruthless. stay with a slapper i’ll leave a b-tch toothless. don’t mention me if you topping producers. thought she would blow but her new sh-t is viewless. you hit your man and he answer like “who this?”, i hit your man cause he hung like a noose is. i’m steady plotting on b-tches like brutus, whole time you sharing with me and you clueless. i might just smoke on his weed til i’m zooted, then let him eat it and leave yelling “deuces”

[verse 5]
b-tch i’m the rudest! he like his music like he like this ass. thrown back with rhythm, attitude to match. they imitate but can’t duplicate that. they know i’m bad, i’m in my birkin bag. and i won’t apologize when i brag, b-tches is bold til i catch em on lack. you just my underscore, stop with the cap. don’t mention me if you not gonna tag!

[verse 6]
i don’t chat with rats, they too queso. leave or lead me to the pesos, run me that loot if i say so. keep a few slimes on my payroll. come from the block, no not jlo. devils that just sn-tched a halo, lay low then later they might hit a l!ck. your b-tches feigning for designer fits, my b-tches wanna design they own fits!

- vita corleone

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