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letra de body in tha closet :3 - ​yvng bando boyャンバーン

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[intro]
a-a-antyde, this might be [?]
where the f-ck is bando?

[chorus]
i don’t need a band-aid
posted in the cut (cut), i don’t even try
i think that b-tch still wanna f-ck
got my pockets full of money
put the pack up in the trunk
you been witherin’ my patience (yah)
think you runnin’ outta luck (yah)
i’ma jump in the mosh pit, end up in a hospice
my flow just like water, and my fit just like a faucet
smoke a motherf-cker, put the body in my closet
i hate all my music, but i’m never gonna stop sh-t

[verse]
back-to-back, i’m ’boutta f-ck the track
b-tch, i been swervin’ in the whip (ah) because i move the pack
and that’s that
i been chillin’, watch the paper stack
lil’ b-tch, you won’t survive the bullets
you know that’s a fact
lemme inside, better watch out (out)
dirp up on my body like a motherf-ckin’ drought
i don’t f-ck with all these rappers, they just in it for the clout
like an acne patch, a motherf-cker ’boutta pop out
k!ll a motherf-cker, i’ma hit ’em wit’ the blade
and my money so fat, that my pockets gotta get weighed
cross ’em off the list just like i’m fillin’ out a survey
i’ma do this sh-t all by myself, f-ck a campaign
i don’t give a f-ck, f-ck the backlash, uh
packed another bowl and smoke it down until i’m outta hash
if i ever catch ’em f-ckin’ lackin’, i’ma leave a gash
p-ssy mother wanna feature, but he f-ckin’ trash
i’m creepin’ in, so you better stay quiet
slit yo’ f-ckin’ throat, and then i finna start a riot
s-s-smoke a lotta gas, main part of my diet
floatin’ off the pack, it got me feelin’ like a pilot
i-i-i just cannot believe it, bad b-tch suck me up
then beat up, pullin’ out my chop
then squeeze it, i’ma send that boy (ayy) to jesus (yuh)
[chorus]
i don’t need a band-aid
posted in the cut (cut), i don’t even try
i think that b-tch still wanna f-ck
got my pockets full of money
put the pack up in the trunk
you been witherin’ my patience (yah)
think you runnin’ outta luck (yah)
i’ma jump in the mosh pit, end up in a hospice
my flow just like water, and my fit just like a faucet
smoke a motherf-cker, put the body in my closet
i hate all my music (yah), but i’m (yah) never gonna (yah) stop sh-t (yah, b-tch)

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