letra de x factor - vk ysf
letra de “x factor”
hook
might think it’s a magic trick if i lean widdit’ like abra cadabra (lean widdit’)
and them boy love filming our ends, but when they see gang they droppin’ their camera (where you going)
yh alladem’ boy they’re actors, make him sing like he’s on x factor (eediat)
four door i’m up in the back cuz, get man down riri on cappers
verse 1
them boy dere love talk, but they don’t walk that walk (they don’t)
got members that walked dat walk, now they up in the wing sancho (free up)
free alladem’ up from the can though, widda’ rambo, sliced man like mango (woosh)
might think it’s some tropical juicе, if we spin that coupe, dance widdit’ likе tango (woosh)
man i lurked round there if i saw no one, it was back to the bando (let’s go)
nowadays i really don’t care, if i see them flip flop no sandle (woosh)
but them boy can’t handle
been beefing these guys for time, i just wanna’ make ps, man i’m on my grind (lowe it)
but it’s like they just wanna’ rewind, cah’ they seeing us shine, make yours, i’ll make mine
pull up right there on bait times, bait times, tryna’ catch him on daylight (boom boom)
like don’t be shy, just say hi
now my bad b wanna call on facetime (ah man)
p-ssed, don’t worry i’ll be fine
sweet one widda’ gorgeous wasteline
bruck it back i might break her spine
hook
might think it’s a magic trick if i lean widdit’ like abra cadabra (lean widdit’)
and them boy love filming our ends, but when they see gang they droppin’ their camera (where you going)
yh alladem’ boy they’re actors, make him sing like he’s on x factor (eediat)
four door i’m up in the back cuz, get man down riri on cappers
verse 2
pyt on me she’s making it clap got a whole lotta’ back (mmm)
them man love talkin’ that wass, they don’t back dat chat, so it can’t be facts
mad, sincerely down for my fam, i swear that ute ran, but he still on snap? (nyom)
kmt who gassed these f-gs? ain’t down widda’ cap, like air plane tap
tap, like who’s so bad? hangman no santan dave
wait, wait, lemme get this straight, aye
bad bs hittin’ me on a daily, but lately i reply too late (oh well)
sorry b gotta’ make this cake, safe, football i’m goin away
two bad bs hittin’ up my phone, won’t leave me alone, they both want bone (mmm)
both come thicc like nicki, i tell dem ménage, cah’ we oh so grown (no cap)
got a ting all the way in cologne, if i spray at them, this ain’t cologne (woosh)
this perfume might take your tone, walk widda’ stick never walk alone
like liverpool, irrelevant they minuscule
hold this tool, like migz done did it (woosh woosh)
they won’t do it, them man so frigid, in — nearly turned man spinach
yuck duck duck that goose he’s timid, mortal kombat cah’ him i’ll finish (just do him)
ot chi man switch it, don’t do it for snap, it’s original image
hook
might think it’s a magic trick if i lean widdit’ like abra cadabra (lean widdit’)
and them boy love filming our ends, but when they see gang they droppin’ their camera (where you going)
yh alladem’ boy they’re actors, make him sing like he’s on x factor (eediat)
four door i’m up in the back cuz, get man down riri on cappers
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