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wavshell - blood moon lyrics

[verse: wavsh+ll]
yeah (yeah!)
no, i can’t stay in no competition with you
b+tch, i made your hoe cry, had to give her a tissue
we got a hundred+round drum, it go solvin’ all the issues
b+tch, i made me my racks and i bought me a home
yeah, i’m f+cking your b+tch and i’m giving her bone
yeah, she givin’ me top, yeah she givin’ me dome
b+tch i’m finna blow the f+ck up like a homemade bomb
made a hit with song, ain’t talking no gong
b+tch when i roll up the opps, the sh+t got me gone
ain’t gotta free the gang cause i paid all they bond
i called up okwick, yeah his first name john
i got a 50. cal, that sh+t hit up your jaw
no you can’t hang round’ with us, you abidе by the law
yeah, i called up my dog and i’m shaking his paw
woah, wе made it, yeah
and to all the f+ck+f+cks that hated
i got your b+tch on me, said that she wanna have a baby
ridin’ a big boy tonka, mercedes
yeah, you know they hate on me, they’ll never make it
got your b+tch in my room and i stare at her naked
cause i know they wanted the swag
then come here and take it
just know that you can’t never ever fake it

- wavshell lyrics

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