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letra de trap and emotional shit - yusef slim

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[chorus]
all black fashion, me and my soul matching
summoning the crow inna this
shots i’m backing, me and the wray g-ssing
end up in a coma and sh-t
mind keep snapping, mood i’m so lacking
feeling like my home is a ditch
like, oh this a b-tch, low when i spit
trap and emotional sh-t
all black fashion, me and my soul matching
summoning the crow inna this
shots i’m backing, me and the wray g-ssing
end up in a coma and sh-t
mind keep snapping, mood i’m so lacking
feeling like my home is a ditch
like, oh this a b-tch, low when i spit
trap and emotional sh-t

[verse 1: yusef slim]
like no, no, no, no, no, tell ‘em i ain’t really wanna go
i’m so, so, so, so messed up if you really wanna know
like wo, wo, wo, wo, can’t do 7 nights in a row
feel low, low, low, low, pressure d-mn when i’m finna blow (boop, boop)
solo, souless i’m joe blow, (what?!)
yeung n-gg-, no bolo
purple had me slo-mo
in my bag an ocho
my connect from gold coast
that’s snoot snoot for the cho cho
in the norf norf, that’s sho sho

[chorus]
all black fashion, me and my soul matching
summoning the crow inna this
shots i’m backing, me and the wray g-ssing
end up in a coma and sh-t
mind keep snapping, mood i’m so lacking
feeling like my home is a ditch
like, oh this a b-tch, low when i spit
trap and emotional sh-t
all black fashion, me and my soul matching
summoning the crow inna this
shots i’m backing, me and the wray g-ssing
end up in a coma and sh-t
mind keep snapping, mood i’m so lacking
feeling like my home is a ditch
like, oh this a b-tch, low when i spit
trap and emotional sh-t

[verse 2: yusef slim]
(get ‘eem)
say they love me really not
i just need another shot
hope it k!ll me on the spot
see the h-ll and see me drop
more stress more death
more weed wh-r-s next (get ‘eem)
raw s-x, anyone tryna help me, i ain’t healthy
i just ordered me four techs
i got nine lives, i’m like fritz
you step in my mind, i schitz
geeked out, well in due time i split
you milly rock, i slice my wrist
dabbing cuts the blood won’t dry
call 999 or find my b-tch
there’s 13 reasons why i’d die
just play my tape you’d know that sh-t

[chorus]
all black fashion, me and my soul matching
summoning the crow inna this
shots i’m backing, me and the wray g-ssing
end up in a coma and sh-t
mind keep snapping, mood i’m so lacking
feeling like my home is a ditch
like, oh this a b-tch, low when i spit
trap and emotional sh-t
all black fashion, me and my soul matching
summoning the crow inna this
shots i’m backing, me and the wray g-ssing
end up in a coma and sh-t
mind keep snapping, mood i’m so lacking
feeling like my home is a ditch
like, oh this a b-tch, low when i spit
trap and emotional sh-t

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