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letra de pablo vendetta - vv ali

[intro]
[pablo]
h-llo everybody, my name is pablo…and i’m a s-x addict. well not necessarily like a s-x addict because i’m a virgin you see? well not really a virgin…what i’m trying to say is, i m-st-rbate a lot

love is the key, and s-x is the door
shut them windows down man, you don’t need that p-rn
it’s that brainwashing pixelated p-ssy online
give you squeaky clean brains but a dirty mind
and i been tryin’ to contain myself
but i might schwarze another negger tellin’ him i’ll be back…
and i never call a sister a b-tch,but my power switch k!lled and these b-tches keep pushing it
fl!cking,looking at in awe…
realising that i lack the tools for a gore,realising minding the function of this erection is a mission all in itself and…

somebody throw a million bucks at me
‘coz i been tryin’ to make a penny with my crazy thinkin’
cop a few hunny bunnies and a mansion…p-ssion,for high end fashion
no bashin’,strictly high-cl-ssin’
yellow bone hostess in the house call you master…and you know nothing’s more s-xy than a ratchet
mind ready made,shake ‘n bake like nights in talladega
helter skelter,so hot i melt ’em
rapping ’bout races so the conscious can play me…uhuh…
and you know that i ain’t ball like i’m supposed to,but in terms of jobs only ceo will do
now i know a fool thinking ‘he crazy’,but i wish to be judged by more than by my resume…
vv told me he know just how i feel,so we cleared the field, and now we chasing that record deal
neck breaking,baseball bat slinging,snapbacked harry with a masked face
with others,not too well i play,why they canver put a brother like pablo in the worksp-ce

now i -ss-ssinate everything on a track
lyrical ak make earthquakes rat-a-tat
spitters,public figures,step back…what you know about that hood swag of snapbacks and base-bats?
take bat and smash that,your mom’s -ss i hit that,like a caveman or a brave thang i stood hard and we made that,thing in the mirror,could it be clearer? don’t try to go harder,boy i’m your father
ain’t nothing farther from truth than the trouble you started
when taylor saw you walk in this place
green faced haters thinkin’ the mask could ever stop me,i’m a shape-shifting harry…style cannot copy
rhymes embody,traits of a prophesized 6-deep-sinker,sick-beat-k!ller…
told you more than death my vendetta was colder
curse the man who scorned her, and h-ll froze over…

neck breaking,baseball bat slinging,snapbacked harry with a masked face
with others,not too well i play,why they canver put a brother like pablo in the worksp-ce

- vv ali

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