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lonemoon - chupa chups كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: lonemoon]

first things first, why you talk like a b-tch?
i wouldn’t hit, but you look like a l!ck
my muscle twitch, make a hit for some drip
i gotta make it a quick, never to take your sh-t

it’s another one, they don’t want her in the world
imma keep on going just to make them mad for real
ha, i don’t need no d-mn chanel
i’m so b-tchin’, i’m so b-tchin’, and i’m hunting for the k!ll

f-ck that, i don’t need your att-tude, i be rollin’ with the crew, baby maybe you could too
sike! i don’t need you by my side
i don’t need you in my life
you can eat it, you can die

you can beat it, i don’t need it, oh i’m bleeding, i don’t lie
i don’t mean it, but i mean it, you should perish in a fire
baby bleed it, baby bleed it, you can dream up an alliance of these people; they be leaving, and they leaving you so dire

whoa, check out the pace
i make me dinero when i pour me up an eight
“meow” on my wrist, she thinks i’m cute, i set her straight
i don’t leave her, i don’t leave her, leave her? yes, okay

oh, poor lady, ooh, i could really love her i should tell her -ss the truth
b-tch, i get up and i make myself a coup, i’m against this crooked system til i’m givin life the deuce

keep a good grip, hold it tightly
grind the game until this sh-t is my scene
b-tch you do not need to see my id
you could never ever be on my team

check out the cross, makin’ it talk
b-tch, i’m a goddess, f-ck what it cost
she got a big big bag up in her socks
she got the contraband stuff in her docks

it’s that spooky -ss b-tch with the all white kicks
with a tall -ss b-tch, next to her i’m just a kid
run up in your residence, you gon’ see me in a bit, wait wait, what’s the ‘sitch
uh, uh, let it hit

i survived when you told my -ss to die
i’m alive, laugh, look in your eye
you can make me choke, but you can’t make me lie
i’m a prize, i don’t have a price
can’t deny, i look like a dime
gimme time, all i need is time
in my life, imma take the things i want i’ll make ‘em mine
imma be an icon, that’s on i

[verse 2: mars deli]

(gold)

b-tch, ain’t enough o’s in your paycheck
i be super high, i’m on the apex
she tryna f-ck, but, i ain’t got no latex
took my heart out, replace it with a tape deck

gotta f-ck a bad b-tch ‘fore the day start
told the police i ain’t see sh-t like i’m ray charles
i be workin’ everyday, i’m finna play hard
if you owe me better pay me for the late charge

i’m with luna, that’s my sis
blowin’ down a brick
you can’t tell me sh-t
had to switch the fit

gave the bae the blade, tell the b-tch let it rip
i can tell if you a sucker, ‘cause you lookin’ like a l!ck

[verse 3: lonemoon]

when i say i smell a b-tch, i can smell a b-tch
keep a blade tucked if they wanna try again
if you knew what i did, i wouldn’t be so quick
blow your sh-t away with the sh-t i think is brisk

curbstomp
when i roll up purple weed, them crystals work, dawg
got you think that i be k!llin’, b-tch i murk all
you suckers just got a tongue
bad b-tch on me
you got negative one

you ain’t got none, i don’t mean to be blunt
n-gga ain’t just p-ssy he ain’t nothin’ but a c-nt
cuttin’ a body, i’m popping, i’m popping, and then i’m just choppin’ it up
sleep like a baby just an hour after it’s done

[dj tag: lonemoon]

the sun spites me

- lonemoon

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