letra de blood moon - wavshell
[verse: wavsh-ll]
yeah (yeah!)
no, i can’t stay in no competition with you
b-tch, i made your hoe cry, had to give her a tissue
we got a hundred-round drum, it go solvin’ all the issues
b-tch, i made me my racks and i bought me a home
yeah, i’m f-cking your b-tch and i’m giving her bone
yeah, she givin’ me top, yeah she givin’ me dome
b-tch i’m finna blow the f-ck up like a homemade bomb
made a hit with song, ain’t talking no gong
b-tch when i roll up the opps, the sh-t got me gone
ain’t gotta free the gang cause i paid all they bond
i called up okwick, yeah his first name john
i got a 50. cal, that sh-t hit up your jaw
no you can’t hang round’ with us, you abidе by the law
yeah, i called up my dog and i’m shaking his paw
woah, wе made it, yeah
and to all the f-ck-f-cks that hated
i got your b-tch on me, said that she wanna have a baby
ridin’ a big boy tonka, mercedes
yeah, you know they hate on me, they’ll never make it
got your b-tch in my room and i stare at her naked
cause i know they wanted the swag
then come here and take it
just know that you can’t never ever fake it
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