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letra de remedy - zgto

[intro]
somebody’s gon’ lie, somebody’s lyin’ right now

[verse 1]
remix the remedy, [?] and misery
i’mma slang to my enemies
i get punched with no penalties
she gon’ give me penelope
after xan feed me ecstasy
and i fight to a fantasy
far from the canopy
far from the can
the shine they just hate to see
what’s with the latency?
i’mma [?]
b-tch, i’m a animal
watch what you feed me
sly like a genie
or we can wait and see
places and faces ain’t seen
pop up on the gps
the maybes just nil
like a sauna and sherbert
b-tch, she lickin’ it all
and she doin’ it proper
b-tch, i’m shippin’ the hours
and my proportions is bonkers
they [?]
b-tch, what you figurin’?
gotta increase the pressure
got my jeffrey to beat
gettin’ my b-tt like milwaulkee
ricky way out, i’m joggin’
keep that b-tch [?]
keep that b-tch p-ssy soggin’
catch one just like [?]
breathin’ all on my lady
like the way that i draw in
discombobulated
yeah, he functions so flawless
y’all all know what the raw is
y’all all thought this was wrestlin’
k!llin’ hoes with no breath in me
they think they ahead of me
but they thoughts is so separately
they tryna flex in me
they take d-ck and embezzle it
put kids in they recipe
teach them some etiquette
exquisite, the mlody
high, feelin’ heavenly

[chorus]
ay, bae, it’s ok, i got yo prescription
just sit back and listen, i’mma pour this elixir
she all burnt like prisoner, but shinin’ like a prism
baby, i’m yo doctor, what be on yo mental?
ay, bae, it’s ok, i got yo prescription
just sit back and listen, i’mma pour that elixir
she all burnt like prisoner, but shinin’ like a prism
baby, i’m yo doctor, what be on yo mental?

[verse 2]
she got the big head
must be an aneurysm
i ain’t got nothin’ for that
let the hoe know i ain’t playin with ’em
he on that vandalism
break it down to a vacuum
goofy, stay out the backroom
i’m the sh-t out the bathroom
drugged out the saloon
[?] the outcome
bustin’ out like monsoon
thirty feet from the ground up
all on that fondue
gouda can’t come too
that’s all that it come to
bought that profit, b-tch, come through
she ’bout telepathy
i’m down just to levitate
p-ssy lips segregate
bet she gon’ get the message late
fade on my millions
tryna move through the ceilin’
see no cemetary
makin’ k!llings in filmin’

- zgto

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