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letra de ds4 - 1aaron

[intro]
turn on that sh-t, brazy
fah fah fah fah
fah fah fah fah
you feel me?
h-ll yeah, cato

[verse 1: 1aaron, davi dynamic & gtb tezz ]
my hoe look like latto
but my b-tch built like she nicki
hit her knees and make her swallow
don’t want no kids, i’ll send her 50
big drac’ with a drum and it look like a titty
radical stuff, i ride with a semi (brrah)
ttp, who the f-ck really winnin?
bentley bentayga, but this sh-t ain’t rented (go)
vvs, come back for the return
stop drinkin’ that liqour, n-gga, know it burn
f-ck an early bird, n-gga, i don’t eat worms
we f-ckin’ his moms, gotta wait my turn
creep on a opp n-gga house like a perv
shoot at the whip, make the f-ck n-gga swerve
we f-ckin’ for hours, i just popped a perc’
i react on the drink cuz she gеt on my nerves
beat a f-ck n-gga down, takе a sh-t on his face
whole gang in this b-tch, it’ll lead to the race
i be simpin’ too much, got a son on the way
fat b-tch on my side, head adjusting my lace
how the f-ck you lose a submarine in a lake?
indian b-tch, talkin’ with the apes
i’m rockin’ the mikes, n-gga, and they fake
just found out i had a cousin named jake
[verse 2: 1aaron]
i just found out i had a cousin named rob
he flexin’ 10 bands, then he finna get robbed
i can tell she eat d-ck, just look at her bob
f-cked on a muslim the p-ssy was wild

[verse 3: davi dynamic & gtb tezz]
hakuna matata, say “hi!” to allah
young carti, i had to dress up with my sock
yo mama a freak, she be eatin’ that c-ck
this crack got the fiends doin’ sh-t i ain’t saw
police on the way, drop the d-ck out the car
a n-gga sh-tty just like bo-man
f-ckin’ a big b-tch, need more than 2 hands
my n-gga ugly, bro, let’s go on a 2-man

[verse 4: 1aaron]
(on god)
wake up in the mornin’, might hit up a dyk-
ain’t gettin’ no p-ssy, i’m beatin’ my pipe (beat on my pipe)
me and my twin hit the same b-tch twice
hit a hoe from the trap, she can’t pay for her lights

[spoken: gtb tezz, 1aaron, & davi dynamic]
b-tch can’t pay for her lights, that b-tch broke
dirty ass b-tch, can’t even pay for a- 5 dollar footlong
man that sh-t cra-zy, that sh-t crazy
section 8 housin’ monkeys
man that sh-t
ha ha ha
ha ha ha
ha ha ha
[verse 5: davi dynamic, gtb tezz, & 1aaron]
just looked at a n-gga, he lookin’ like timmy turner got the burner
hardest in the trap, known strictly for servin’
popped me a fake perc’, this sh-t ain’t work [brrd]
hol’ on, my b-tch, was scratchin’, i’m burnin’
i need a fat hoe who really twerkin’
i need a fat hoe who ain’t a virgin
just cut a fat b-tch who really burnin’ like bacon
rosa parks, “get out the seat”, b-tch it’s taken
thank martin luther king, cuz he really the greatest
i can f-ck a white b-tch on the ‘gram in my bas-m-nt
catch a opp n-gga like chris hansen
serve a n-gga that boogie, he still dancin’
served a fake perc’, got his leg crampin’
(woo)
uh, fat b-tch got an ass in the front
when i hit from the front, i be watchin’ it jump (go)
just like it’s ’06, boy, watch the cadillac (jump, go)
i keep sellin’ bricks in my cadillac clumped
i can’t go to sleep, gotta wait on the plug
ttp, with the drugs and the guns
pull ya pants up, i can see ya buns
open that mouth, tryna buss on that tongue
who got the ‘za, i’m tryna go up
keep talkin’ sh-t, i’mma spit in his cup
bbl b-tch, hit the cup on her b-tt (suii)
b-tch, i been kickin’ some sh-t like my cousin
my cousin holdin’ it down, while i run from the plug
f-ck on a mama and beat on her son
indian diamond, the glock make ’em run
beat up the pot with the glock, like the sun
[outro]
yeah

- 1aaron

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