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basura - jordan d. mitchell lyrics

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[intro verse]
n*gga fabricate stories, b*tches trip like maury
that how my story got gory, you hoes the last of my worries
i grew up poor started with chores then i turned to trap money
i was in college flipping drugs made sure my locs ain’t hungry
ten toes down but i’m 3 feet in dirt
i been waiting on death
she be flaking at work
you be praying to god
they k!lled yo son at the church
the pastor preaching bout money
ask him what his whip worth
ask him what his crib worth
ask him where his b*tch work
and why when n*ggas pray to god our prayers never get heard
f*ck it
i ain’t got time for discussion
my path encompass destruction
if i catch a new body
hope my b*tch don’t say nothing
i put that on the southwest
cover yo head not yo chest
hollow tips to yo dome so the body unknown
i got ptsd dead bodies posted in streets
the picture never paints clean

[chorus]
men ain’t sh*t (men ain’t sh*t)
that what shawty tells me
when she’s p*ssed (when she’s p*ssed)
me llaman la basura when she trip (when she trip)
on god i can do better
watch me dip (watch me dip)
watch me dip (watch me dip)
men ain’t sh*t (men ain’t sh*t, b*tch)
that what shawty tells me
when she’s p*ssed (when she’s p*ssed, witch)
me llaman la basura when she trip (when she trip, trip)
on god i can do better
watch me dip (dip)
watch me dip (dip)

[verse 1]
i know what you need
p*ssy, cars and bling
fancy hennessy
money making trees
flashy lights, the finer things
badder b*tches, it ain’t a thing
miss c*****a, won’t you come over
the hoe was ugly now she made over
somebody tell my mama i just wanna win the lotto! (aye)
i’m sick of being poor 40 arcers and a porche hoe! (aye)
my n*ggas from the hood turn the suburbs to a ghetto! (aye)
my butler is a cracker make him shine my b*tch stilettos! (aye)
hollow in your soul, we all know bout yo intentions
cuz you like her for a minute then you hit and keep it pushing
and you tell her all the time we just f*cking catch no feelings
and these hoes keep latching on watch em cry when you go missing
oh my oh my lets get high
toxic thoughts when you get in my mind
now we f*cking raw again late at night
and i lied lil b*tch that p*ssy aite

[chorus]
men ain’t sh*t (men ain’t sh*t)
that what shawty tells me
when she’s p*ssed (when she’s p*ssed)
me llaman la basura when she trip (when she trip)
on god i can do better
watch me dip (watch me dip)
watch me dip (watch me dip)
men ain’t sh*t (men ain’t sh*t, b*tch)
that what shawty tells me
when she’s p*ssed (when she’s p*ssed, witch)
me llaman la basura when she trip (when she trip, trip)
on god i can do better
watch me dip (dip)
watch me dip (dip)

[verse 2]
i know what you need
love and certainty
i hope she never leaves
i hope you never bleed
flashy lights, epilepsy
pretty women, self*hate
big bills, lord help me
moving solo, i lost faith
i just shot a pig and turned his crib into my stage hoe! (aye)
my n*ggas eating bacon and my b*tches took they payroll! (aye)
i’ll die with the homies, none you b*tches have a say so! (aye)
you riding with the gang you’ll be riding till you die hoe! (aye)
hollow in your soul, feel like the worse is all you known
you loved her for awhile then to curb like she a hoe
i know that you’ll do better, but for now just let me go
i could never love you, but i hope from this you grow
oh my oh my let get drunk (let’s get drunk)
toxic thoughts shawty want me to f*ck (want me to f*ck)
i tell her no, girl this don’t feel fun (don’t feel fun)
i got depression and you can’t fix me up

[verse 3]
in bed mortified by all my reckless decisions
i’m sleepin’ with janeth my mama said that hoe evil
i treat ingrid like sh*t, yeah i’ll be the first to admit
late night she hits me up, and i slide just to hit
but life is deeper than p*ssy, life so deep i keep sinking
a f*cking failure since birth, therapy never worked
i wanted to die that very night, when i heard keith die
i visit jermaine from conway, his bail made my heart ache
my godsister hit my line, saying r**y a creep
she sent 6 minute tape, her cousin raped in her sleep
now i’m reaching for my gun, pull up to the crib trippin
she said don’t throw your life away, but brother please keep your distance
y’all keep saying a n*gga made it, yet my spirit still broken
and i always feel hopeless, even my cousins i ghosted
and if i could drink away the pain, sh*t the been pistol loaded
and i almost pulled the trigger, but most you b*tches ain’t notice

basura

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