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letra de #activated - xhris2eazy

[verse]
thought that it was- thought that it was love, but that sh-t was really f-cked-
gotta-gotta keep it pushin’ mister ‘always keep my head up’
glad i got a couple tricks up’ my sleeve, ima-ima bust my nut, then i f-cking leave
yuh, flee the scene, yuh, flee the scene, yuh, flee the sc-
pull up-pull up to that f-ckboy’ door like it’s trick or treat

(wait holon, holon holon!)
based god papi, know you seen my swag, that sh-t hard uh

hurt i, at the feet, walkin’ like a cyclops
time to type all my songs, im finna get high as f-ck
thought that it was love, but that sh-t was really f-cked up
gotta keep it pushin’ mister ‘always keep my head up’
glad i got a couple tricks up my sleeve, ima bust my nut, then i f-cking leave
yuh, flee the scene, yuh, flee the scene, yuh, flee the scеne
pull up to that f-ckboy door like its trick or treat
yuh, i got lots of tricks, uh, i got lots of tricks, uh
i might f-ck that b-tch, uh, cum on that b-tch, uh
flеx on that b-tch, uh, i might jugg that b-tch, uh
i might chuck yo sh-t, uh, i might chuck yo pack

[verse2]
i finesse you out yo’ racks, i finesse you out yo’ stacks, uh
i love juggin packs, uh, i love f-cking thots, uh
i love doin’ drugs, uh, i love shootin’ mops, uh
always duckin’ cops, only smoke creme of the crops
sparkin’ up this blunt and now i’m higher than a jet
everyday i ball out, shoulda’ played for the jets, uh
with the-with the gang, countin’ green, like i’m on the jets
hit that boy, with a bat, but i don’t play for the mets, uh
think i want my best? uh, think i want my mess? uh
steppin on his neck, uh, step in on his neck, uh
i’ma f-ck this b-tch, uh, f-ck her till we dead
and the brain was so good, so i chopped off her head, uh

- xhris2eazy

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