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lirik lagu wasabi – brezden

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[intro]
(ayy, kai, you anti)
yeah
pineapple [?], think i’m addicted
ayy
that pineapple
yeah
that pineapple [?]
yeah, okay

[chorus]
that pineapple [?], think i’m addicted
in a show with a throw away, sike, it’s a bl!cky
that b*tch gave her soul away, say that i’m different
i told you, bae, i change your life, you a kitten
big body whippin’, i’m ridin’ ’round through the city
b*tch, i got that stick, i swing it like gretsky
ain’t givin’ no d*ck, she say that she miss me
don’t f*ck with my backwood, get punched if you lipid

[verse 1]
got blues in my pocket, them motherf*ckers crippin’
get shot in your sh*t ’til your whole body twitchin’
they looked, they can’t find her, your ho body missin’
wake up and gеt high before i’m evеn [p*ssin’]
and my diamonds glisten, but nah, i ain’t hit up no johnny or wifey
f*ck from the back and she callin’ me papi
go [?] yo’ b*tch while i’m rockin’ some crocies
sippin’ on wocke’ and rockin’ versache
run up on me, you get cut like hibachi
godd*mn, i’m hot as wasabi
i got a model b*tch sittin’ beside me
that b*tch tried to post me, i told her to hide me
get high and we f*ck like whitney and bobby
your music just suck, go find a new hobby
my yougins be wildin’
and they keep a cannon like nick on the show
f*ck on yo’ b*tch, i put d*ck on your ho
i’ma givin’ her strokes to put kids in her throat
i’m sippin’ on wock’, ain’t whippin’ no boat
you straight off the head, ain’t writtin’ no notes
i’m really ahead, up there with the g.o.a.t.s
shoot his ass in the head if he gettin’ close
[chorus]
that pineapple [?], think i’m addicted
in a show with a throw away, sike, it’s a bl!cky
that b*tch gave her soul away, say that i’m different
i told you, bae, i change your life, you a kitten
big body whippin’, i’m ridin’ ’round through the city
b*tch, i got that stick, i swing it like gretsky
ain’t givin’ no d*ck, she say that she miss me
don’t f*ck with my backwood, get punched if you lipid

[verse 2]
b*tch
like nah you can’t hate it if you rockin’ lipstick
i’ma f*ck her all night, ain’t doin’ no quick fl!ck
thought you had a play, that’s a pick 6
yellow diamonds like a p*ss wrist
keep a bag like santa on christmas
i gave her a chance, she missed this
yeah, that b*tch got my d*ck on her wishlist
lil’ b*tch, you can’t come around again
that b*tch did me dirty, i’m poundin’ her friend
grew up with no mama, was locked in the pen’
i pray to allah, “can you wash all these sins?”
i go get some chicken, up early with hen’
this shirt was white, now it look like [?]
f*ck, i meant to say heinz, ketchup
i know you behind, you cannot catch up
i know it’s my time, lil’ b*tch, i’m next up
i’ve been on my grind, and i’m finna flex up
yeah, lil’ b*tch, i’m flexin’, but i do not work out
she want it all night, i’m pullin’ that perc out
one leg in the air, i’m pullin’ that durk out
i’m grippin’ her tracks, i’m pullin’ her hair out
skinny tall cracka i know that you heard ’bout
talkin’ that sh*t when i put them lil’ words out
bruh
that pineapple [?], think i’m*
in a show with a throwaway, think it’s a… bl*…
b*tch, i got…
yeah

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