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letra de kamakazi! - xoslit

[intro: xoslit]
f-cking kamakazi
i love you slit
like a f-cking kamakazi
like a f-cking kamakazi
ay
like a f-cking kamakazi
[chorus: xoslit]
pu-pull up on you boy, like a f-cking kamakazi (what?)
f-cking on this b-tch and she rubbing on my body (body!)
got him paranoid like my name was f-cking ozzy (yeah)
walk up in the club, imma catch me like ten bodies (pew)
walk up in the club, popping percs, and them f-cking xans
all of them sh-ts got me spinning like a ceiling fan (what?)
walk up in that b-tch, all black fit, got me feeling like i’m batman
i just f-cked that b-tch, now she asking can she rant
[verse 1: xoslit]
no b-tch you can’t (nah)
no b-tch you can’t (nah)
better pay up, imma pop you cause i can
got him begging for his life but i do not grant (nah)
imma leave him in the dirt, watch him grow a plant
grow-grow a tomato
hold up where the beat go?
got his blood on my shirt, still looking clean tho
i’m boutta batter like a mother f-cking egg yolk
pull up on my b-tch, imma f-ck her cause i have to
kennis that’s my b-tch if you touch her imma pop you
flowing on this b-tch like a mother f-cking canoe
plugs outta state so i’m heading out to peru
getting so rich but you already knew
[bridge: xoslit & northstar]
kamakazi
like a f-cking kamakazi
like a f-cking kamakazi
like a f-cking kamakazi
kama, kama
kamakazi, kamakazi, kamakazi uh
[verse 2: northstar]
kamakazi pull up with the tommy
fold a cracker doing origami
k!lling any f-ck who wanna try me
like run up on me with the six speed
talking ’bout sh-t you don’t need me
talking my sh-t and i’m writing it down
b-tches be doing the most, when it ain’t even a noun
wearing her makeup, she look like a clown
bad b-tch sucking my d-ck, pass her to the town
going around and around
the roses are dead, just like her head
k!lling her boyfriend he part of the feds
f-cking that b-tch then i leave her on read
like a f-cking kamakazi
f-cking that b-tch then i vanish uh
smacking my d-ck like it’s tennis uh
leaving that hoe, flying to venice uh
no i don’t need awareness
i don’t need apprentice
i’m doing my sh-t, make her feel jealous
[chorus: xoslit]
pu-pull up on you boy, like a f-cking kamakazi (what?)
f-cking on this b-tch and she rubbing on my body (body!)
got him paranoid like my name was f-cking ozzy (yeah)
walk up in the club, imma catch me like ten bodies (pew)
walk up in the club, popping percs, and them f-cking xans
all of them sh-ts got me spinning like a ceiling fan (what?)
walk up in that b-tch, all black fit, got me feeling like i’m batman
i just f-cked that b-tch, now she asking can she rant
[outro: xoslit]
f-cking kamakazi
like a f-cking kamakazi
like a f-cking kamakazi
like a f-cking kamakazi

- xoslit

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