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Darling, light of my life I'm not gonna hurt ya, you didn't let me finish my sentence I said, I'm not gonna hurt ya, I'm just gonna bash your brains in I'm gonna bash them right the fuck in (Gilligan, what you cookin' up?) Whippin' a Tesla, it came with some gas in it Boss shit, pullin' strings like a mandolin She wanna fuck, but I'm just not havin' it Rollie presidential, guess I'm a candidate (Gang, gang, gang) You workin' part time, still can't handle it Pussy ass, square ass bitch, call her Madison I'm 'bout that action, find me where the static is Shootin' more niggas than police academys Cruisin' down on your block, pussy nigga, you ain't ready Stay in your Chevy, bitch, I'm Kong Choppa heavy, hold it steady Bullets flyin' through your Fendi and your arm and your ribcage Bitch, you're broke, you can't offend me I'm like Bobby, you're like Whitney I was cruisin' down your block with no headlights, I'm a monster Put a hole inside your Honda Beat the fuck out of a cop and I'm not eatin' no more ramen In the field like I'm a farmer Treat that nigga like an oxy, man, I pop 'em Letras de cancionesXanax got me lit up, like it's misery Bitch, I'm tryna fuck, why the fuck are you kissin' me? Trap house bugged, that's why I'm whispering In school, failed hard than my fuckin' [?] (Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang) Okay, I fuck this bitch, make her go 'way (Go 'way) Four bitches, no time for foreplay My wrist is cold, like a snow day Okay (Ayy), okay (Ayy), yeah (Ayy), ayy Your daughter suck dick for Chipotle I'm ugly, just like a coyote (Uh) Walk inside bank, do the olé Olé (Ayy), olé (Ayy), olé Whippin' a Tesla, it came with some gas in it Boss shit, pullin' strings like a mandolin (Skrrt, skrrt) She wanna fuck, but I'm just not havin' it Rollie presidential, guess I'm a candidate You workin' part time, still can't handle it Pussy ass, square ass bitch, call her Madison I'm 'bout that action, find me where the static is Shootin' more niggas than police academys From Letras Mania