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letra de m011y *freestyle* *unslopped* - xxxtentacion

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[intro]
you are now entering the world inside the essence of your imagina-na-na-nation

[verse]
xanax instead of oxygen in a world full of these moccasins
opsidus, exodus, percocets, essence, molly
will you let a little n-gga cop an o, get drunk, then have a n-gga f-ck you in the throat? little bit of weed
little bit of coke, roll roads to your throat, get c-cky on the low, put a garden press copy, then post
s-x-tape, let’s tape this sh-t, embrace this place then rape this b-tch
yo, gang this sh-t so crisp, my wrist so slit up, sh-t, i think i p-ssed or sh-t my pants
yo’ mans ain’t sh-t, f-ck a b-tch, little l!ck, little league, little tits
breeze od, smoke go3, oh me, oh my, oh ho, sh-t, die
and mama should’ve swallowed you, b-tch, please die, fist fight, die young, bee stung, tree hung, we-weed lungs
could’ve been equivalent to the heroin in your medicine, better grin, meddling, um
could it, better, could it, done it better, whatever the weather
yo’ hoe know the chatter is coming, know better, know better, know better, these n-ggas know better
i got it, i came with a n-gga, you know this, we on this we hold this they hoin
jehovah be hoeing, they know this, breaking my focus, these n-ggas is bogus
these n-ggas be trippin’, i’m sippin’ on-, scotty they pippen ya’, hit you with missions
i got it, you want it, i’m puttin’ you on it, my n-ggas is with me, they came with the 40’s
i got it, i’m locking it down, came for your n-ggas, i’m f-ckin’ up town
raping the b-tch, racking up bodies and quicker than licorice, could’ve been vigorous
bitter as n-ggas that hated my mother’s cl-toris, vigorous black baskets (bitter as n-ggas that hated my mother’s)
as vivid as black casper who’s back in the past, faster than beverly
hate it, n-ggas be basic, n-gga, just face it
n-ggas be mellow, i hate it, i sling ’em like jello
whatever the weather, i’m comin’ with cheddar, your hoe know
hate it, b-tch, call me lucifer the foe
slide for the foe, aim for your feet, came with the tec, aim for your neck
f-ck a n-gga b-tch, swear i’m the sh-t, but i be bitter-er-er-er
hating the b-tch, slapping the b-tch, d-ck-slapping the b-tch
realest n-gga out, godd-mn, i’m the sh-t
b-tch, mob n-gga i’m mobbin’, slumped up shawty
got your b-tch, she want the 40, so i hit her with the molly
b-tch, that baby ain’t mine, i ain’t really ’bout the crime
i’m just really ’bout the murder, b-tch, give her f-cking time
i be out my d-mn mind, i be all up in my zone
smoking zone with yo’ hoe, b-tch, call me for the 40
i got lot’s of homies, and all these n-ggas know me
{outro}
-laughs-
-clapping in the background-

- xxxtentacion

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