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letra de ego talkin’ - 1x1

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(do what i want)
(this is a dangerous group were dealing with)
(1 by 1)

werm:
i hear your ego talking cuz your, not that hot
im textin your chick and i’m seein, dot dot dot
f-ck up on your chick then your mom, thot for thot
you said youd pull up f-ck me up, you talk alot

(flow change)
your gang, my gang, gun for gun 1

your gang dont even know how roll they blunts
my gang ain’t got money we use yours for funds

your gang, my gang, if we k!ll you- when we k!ll you

(flow change)

it’ll be 1x1x i’m gonna do what i want

when want to, my own gang dont got a clue, what i’m up to
they ain’t obtuse, not to intrude in private cash
bank account, last dollar spent on what i’m liken
(flow change)

fresh weed left out, i hide it in the dryer
police at my front door they askin where i put y’all
6 feet under, (6 feet) i remembеr where i put ya’ll
but i assure you, what i tеll them, i am lyan

beetle:
since i spent the last year
tryna fight all of my demons with a bottle
i kicked it into full gear full stress on the throttle
i came up with realer sh-t than ig posts from a model

sipping from containers going hollow
cut myself with each shard on the boulevard to see who would follow
new clothes i’d like to borrow
pretty sure ill cover them in new blood stains tomorrow (blood splatter)

sorrow
feelings the for kids that make themselves up to look like jack harlow (whats poppin)

steal their christmas gifts and leave them with a bag of charcoal
til i’m richer than the guy from narcos (coke)

what the f-ck is the problem that you got with me
sit you ass down and get your body settled in the casket (6 feet)
you think you’ll get any attention from me
i take your paycheck from you and f-ckin tax it

roach:
sh-t ain’t sweet but im harder than mike
childish motherf-cker gonna fall off the trike

sky must be falling because yo chicken little
fourth time this week an mc got griddled (you want fries with that?)

say youre 666 well im 777
hitting casino l!cks since i was 5 + 11 (16)

f-ck a facist like im calling up ivanka (trump)
put her on my piece she my lil casa blanca

you mad cause we loonier than the toons (whats up doc)
lost your hoe sorry b-tch she the one i choose
put them fists down you ain’t got nothin to prove
keep them up if you really tryna end up on the news
northwest paparazzi pictures for the clout
she ain’t leave im a beast when im going south
chatterbox keep talkingg and running yo mouth
clay ass b-tch only tuff when the burner come out

moth:
lately i been trying to get my sh-t all figured out
moved on soon as it ended but you still runnin mouth
pulling your punches well f-ck, that i really doubt
running your mouth with advice like
you could trade for clout (who is this b-tch?)

i don’t recall that from my past, f-ck is you talking bout
i’ve grown much since 5’2 can’t find your little sprout
turn that frown back up-side down, you looking sauer kraut
what the f-ck did i just say i mean sour, pout (whaah)

can’t stand these wack f-cks that try to copy my wits (write it down)
sit down and write a book bout how to copy my fits
messaging me months later? why don’t you quit (f-ck you)
so i leave a hoe hanging like i’m popular, sh-t

can’t stand these weird b-tches tryna get on my nerves (b-tch)
ignore the texts with all respect i’m feeling superb
don’t hate on me in first with thirst you can’t come in third
just fight the burb and bite the curb
all: (f-ck what you heard)

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