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BROCKHAMPTON

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    That shit they say, you know it's not real, uh
    Me and my dawgs, we on the top still, uh
    Swish around like it's Listerine
    His bitch is tripping 'cause his lips on me, like

    Kiss it, kiss it, ow, kiss it, kiss it, ow
    Do you wanna roll with me? Now you know
    Kiss it, kiss it, ow, kiss it, kiss it, ow
    Ow, ow, ow, ow

    Let me know what's happening, guess them niggas back again
    This for all my prisoners, specifically my Africans
    I pray to a rhythm, turn a venue to the Vatican
    I'm in my fifth element, inside this vintage acronym
    How we do it like this? This the life that that shit baffling
    I rip everything I touch, like my last name was Hamilton
    What you niggas standing in? That shit look like lanolin
    You ain't doing nothing out here, just amount to mannequin
    Someone call the ambulance, I'm damaging thеse beats, I get to tramplin'
    Momеnts that we making, everything these niggas sampling
    Touch of child abandonment, my ancestors, I'm channeling
    Breakin' through the paneling, this what my niggas ambled in

    That shit they say, you know it's not real, uh
    Me and my dawgs, we on the top still, uh
    Swish around like it's Listerine
    His bitch is tripping 'cause his lips on me, like

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    Kiss it, kiss it, ow, kiss it, kiss it, ow
    Do you wanna roll with me? Now you know
    Kiss it, kiss it, ow, kiss it, kiss it, ow
    Ow, ow, ow, ow

    Got a thick ting, pull up in a Uber
    Take care of me, wet like a scuba
    She say "Bari, you the future"
    We popped a pill and then we took a flight straight off to Jupiter
    We've seen all kind of things, stars is aligning, man
    She kissing all over me, I feel like a candy ring
    On top, I feel like a king, busting down on the ranks
    My baby, she love me to death, above where the heaven begins
    Wake up in the morning and do it again

    That shit they say, you know it's not real, uh
    Me and my dawgs, we on the top still, uh
    Swish around like it's Listerine
    His bitch is tripping 'cause his lips on me, like

    Kiss it, kiss it, ow, kiss it, kiss it, ow
    Do you wanna roll with me? Now you know
    Kiss it, kiss it, ow, kiss it, kiss it, ow
    Ow, ow, ow, ow

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    Composición: Homer Steinweiss, Leon Michels, Dom McLennon, Matt Champion, Kevin Abstract, Jabari Manwa, Alex Goose, Kiko Merley, Shannon Wise y Solomon Newman Whyte

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