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letra de bratz - xakuya

(this a xakuya beat dumb b-tch)

(plu-plugg)

better watch your step lil b-tch ima madman (yea)
in the shadows of the night like i’m batman (wow)
pretty boy when she see me she like god d-mn (oh my god bruh)
face the blunt in 3 hits this a grand slam (go crazy)

klub deadd got a blade tucked in both hands (yea)
5 deep talking tuff get yo head slammed (swag)
stacking up ima pull up in a trans am
brat boyz we gon go ham

klub deadd live inside some coffins
ima take the risk f-ck the office
dropped a tab now my eyes milly rockin (hoe)
i don’t care cut her off if she toxic (yea yea)

i don’t care ima get it if i want it
demon boy blood tears what i’m sobbing
12 beans in my hand that i’m poppin
(yea yea)

(al-right)
baby its okay i don’t know why you frightened (yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, hoe)
pretty boy party yea b-tch you not invited (go home)
me and kamek got it for the low we provide it
yea i’m very rare like a ufo sighting (i’m so rare bruh)
you don’t make decisions for yourself bro you guided (you a clone)
ask her do i got the swag, yea yea (yea)
brat boy baby, yea yea (yea)
tryna hate but i know that you like it

in the shed smoking loud with the reverend
off the shrooms now i feel like i’m in heaven (heaven, yuh)
i’m a king lil bro you’re just a peasant
christian b-tch looking down at my necklace (necklace, yuh)

order packs plug moved sh-ts depressing
shut yo mouth why you always asking questions (questions, yuh)
ima wild boy you domestic
power up break yo legs like eleven (eleven, yuh yuh)

molly rock in my blue faygo lil mosey
rollin up a blunt of lime green look like yoshi
yea i’m the sh-t one of one, one and only
i been getting high by myself sh-t get lonely (no no no)

getting to the money on the grind like i’m tony
swagged out walking downtown in my kobes
yea i’m going dumb i’m a dog coyote (coyote)
yea i’m going dumb only wan like ken0bi (only wan like ken0bi)

name yo top 3 guarantee this sh-t is better
b-tch its klub deadd, brat boyz, soul finessers (soul finessers, oh)
demon boy feel the aura from the cellar
i just gave her c-ck, took her soul like she esther
cookin all night in the lab like i’m dexter (like i’m dexter)
b-tch i’m with the klub so its golf on my sweater (on my sweater)
hit the party pop a xan ‘fore i enter (‘fore i enter)
brat boy screaming f-ck life forever (f-ck life forever)

(al-al-alright)

(plugg)

(go)

- xakuya

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