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letra de khan - yourmomlikesmymusic

yuh
yuh
shawty take pipe till her knees raw, yuh
drop, then go up like a seesaw, yuh
hit it from the back like yee-haw
hit it from the back so the wall’s all she saw
face is a mystery- mona lisa, yuh
still belong in the louvre, huh
still belong in the moma
you know i gotta go, not a moment to lose
so i walk in, lit as f-ck
tell these f-ckboys they don’t need the trouble
too gone, can’t tell if there’s two hoes
on my d-ck or i’m just seeing double
so f-ck y’all if y’all want beef, i
spit that sh-t like it’s all gristle
high pitched, i hit her from the back
she came like a dog whistle, i

ride with the cliquе, clique
my girl she love to gеt lit
love to get high but she’d rather be home
just to ride on that sh-t
semi-automatic, poppin’ a clip, clip
meanin’ i’m smearin’ her lipstick
oh my, l!ck on my what? on my ickk
my girl so bad
might f-ck on your chick, chick
what, yuh
every time i try to write a song
always end up singin’ ’bout a bad b-tch
whoa-oa-oah
every time i try to move on
always end up back here with a bad b-tch
whoa-oa-oah

she want me c-m inside like
mi casa, su casa, huh
murder that kitty- mufasa, huh
tell me move faster
dive in that sh-t, then i die, then revive- ayahuasca, huh
girl always high like a rasta, huh
call me up i’ll make it wet, wet, wet
she a train wreck, yep
she put my — in her neck, uh huh
where the f-ck is my check, yuh
pay me my f-ckin’ respect, yuh
i just might buy me a tec, yuh
make that sh-t go off like tourette’s (f-ck)
f-ck you and f-ck your patek
we should’ve died but we never been more alive, you know that we ain’t done yet

ride with the clique, clique
my girl she love to get lit
love to get high but she’d rather be home
just to ride on that sh-t
semi-automatic, poppin’ a clip, clip
meanin’ i’m smearin’ her lipstick
oh my, l!ck on my what? on my ickk
my girl so bad
might f-ck on your chick, chick
what, yuh
every time i try to write a song
always end up singin’ ’bout a bad b-tch
whoa-oa-oah
every time i try to move on
always end up back here with a bad b-tch
whoa-oa-oah

she go up and down
f-ckin’ all night
she got the weed
she said we’ll be alright
i won’t f-ck your b-tch
but my girl might
yeah she might, i know
yuh, yuh

she finna move onto better things
spreadin’ her wings and i’m makin’ it melt like it’s icarus, ayy
chick is polygamous, only with b-tches
need someone so thick she f-ck up the feng shui
she finna l!ck on this, she finna kick a b-tch out, she want someone who ain’t stick in his ways
hate is ridiculous, rip out your ligaments
tear your face off like i’m nicholas cage, ayy, what
back and the tension is evident, yuh
i’m back, hear the engine i’m revvin’ it, yuh
back for revenge i’m the revenant
get off my d-ck, uh
cut em off quick, yuh
shawty might drown in my drip
mind in the sewer, she eat me like it
f-ck it i’m whipped
ride with the clique, clique
my girl she love to get lit
love to get high but she’d rather be home
just to ride on that sh-t
semi-automatic, poppin’ a clip, clip
meanin’ i’m smearin’ her lipstick
oh my, l!ck on my what? on my ickk
my girl so bad
might f-ck on your chick, chick
what, yuh

every time i try to write a song
always end up singin’ ’bout a bad b-tch
whoa-oa-oah
every time i try to move on
always end up back here with a bad b-tch
whoa-oa-oah

every time i try to right my wrongs
always end up fightin’ with a mad b-tch, what
yeah and every time i tell her that i’m gone
always end up f-ckin’ on a sad b-tch
what, yuh

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