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lirik lagu ​heartstopmiami – ​bok

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[intro]
planetzero
yeah (hey there)
oh my god
uh
pause, what am i doing?

[chorus: heartstopmiami]
yeah yeah yeah
this glock gonna pop off
and i keep me that pump, sawed~off
why he dare try to front? he lame as f~ck
put his motherf~cking body inside thw trunk
i don’t give a f~ck
and i’m f~cking his b~tch, i’ma bust a nut
from the back ’til she walking like forrest gump
he keep tryna talk sh~t, but he f~cking up

[verse 1: heartstopmiami]
bibbity bobbity boo
eat the p~ssy like it’s food, motherf~cker, who are you?
in the back with my dudes, totin’ macs, totin’ tools
i made this song in the zoom, yeah
f~ck with me, you meet your doom, yeah
stick out, go boom, yeah
clean it out like a room, yeah
and his friend all rudе, yeah
watch the chop f~cking fume, yеah
get a mop, not a broom, yeah
(just give it a second, just~)
i’ll see you soon, yeah
day, night or noon, yeah
f~ck you up on new years
you gon’ recover in two years
i’ll see you soon, yeah
day, night or noon, yeah
f~ck you up on new years
you gon’ recover in two years
[verse 2: erosdalightskin]
straight to the point like a motherf~cking blade
i fill the rest because, what that b~tch say?
i’m causin’ some static, you acting dramatic
i get to erasing, i feel like a plague
i already know you a b~tch boy
ain’t no need to elaborate
i already don’t give a sh~t boy
that includes what you gotta say
i’m in this b~tch, i ain’t talking no infant
i can’t see your bullsh~t like i got bad vision
i don’t give a f~ck if that sh~t wasn’t written
i’m sorry i’m better. it ain’t my intention
you can’t handle the heat little n~gga, i will not call your ass a chef, b~tch
since we are the topic, won’t even bother calling you a vet

[verse 3: lunacy]
hi, h~llo
this my entrance, i’ma let you know
i have no f~cking interest being buddy~buddy with you bubble guppies
anti~social mothaf~cker, never posting ’cause it’s f~ck your likes
talking that sh~t, motherf~cker, you die
yeah, she want me ’cause i’m f~cking her right
give her long d~ck while i’m standing 5’4″
what you think of that? all up in her cat
talking that sh~t when i walk in that b~tch
only hearing crickets, all i got is riches
i don’t need no b~tches, keep my comma
cents so i’m making dollars
in my d~mn impala, bumping tame impala
wanna hit my line? don’t you f~cking bother
i discriminate, floating on the beat make ’em levitate
stay up in my room, all alone ’bout to m~st~rbate
[chorus: heartstopmiami]
yeah yeah yeah
this glock gonna pop off
and i keep me that pump, sawed~off
why he dare try to front? he lame as f~ck
put his motherf~cking body inside thw trunk
i don’t give a f~ck
and i’m f~cking his b~tch, i’ma bust a nut
from the back ’til she walking like forrest gump
he keep tryna talk sh~t, but he f~cking up


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