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letra de ​khixken pox! - 2xescobar

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[intro]
hdrrt! hddrt! hddrrt!

[chorus]
stop at the trap and go pick up the zot
my glock roddy, this b-tch got a box
took down my new york plug, he on hots (you’ve tried everything!)
beam on the chicken, get covered in pox (not yet…)
cybertruck pulling, this b-tch going mop (i have one more card to play)
call me steve irwin, i’m catching that croc’…
(plugg!)
he had lamb’, got chased down block
got a prescription, it’s 30 a pop
changing the sheets, lil’ b-tch got some wap
beef ain’t dead till that f-ck n-gga drop
squeezin’ the drac, sh-t sound like the knock
how many shots i send 7av4ge? a lot!

[verse 1]
paparazzi, where you at, you get shot!
pour up a 8, this sh-t looking like slop!
fu-fully gon-
da-d-mn!
fu-fully-
da-d-mn!
fu-fully gon’ cut ‘em in half, now he crop!
be-best use yo’ brain for i knock off ‘ya top…
ride my tsunami, get thrown off the yacht
f-ck n-gga strеssing, go bald over bops
jump off the porch, i’ma show off my hops
laying sh-t down, i got aim bot!
hide in thе house, we shoot at ‘ya spot
it’s been years, n-gga, thought i forgot?
i shoot bald head punch like sagat
take off my blood, tryna make some clot
step out, black truck, think it’s barack
bird ass ho get nun but c-ck
call ‘em k3, he talk to the cops
hiding his hands, we throwing them rocks
[bridge]
hdrrt (n-gga!)
hddrt
hddrrt!

[verse 2]
take her to poundtown, b-tch tryna stay with me
stick in the bed, only thing that’s gon’ lay with me
hollow tip get his mind right, don’t play with me
i ain’t a demon, f-ck n-gga, don’t lay with me…
eat these shrooms, on a whole ‘nother level
take off the plug, n-gga too off schedule
twelve on my ass, got petal to the metal
dissing my swoop? n-gga, pass ‘em a shovel
slide with a mop, we gon’ turn to a puddle
lost in the field, he ain’t listen in the huddle
put the d-ck on her now she wanna cuddle
quarantine shooter, i’m popping ‘ya bubble
i’ma still pull it, give f-ck if you double
he rolling dice in this game, he in trouble!
lies in his head, make a f-ck n-gga juggle (n-gga!)
.762 through the bricks, now it’s rubble
bull dog bite, gotta put on a muzzle
drop two percs in the drink, i’ma guzzle
rollin’ the grabba leaf, flyin’ the shuttle
moon rocks black, this sh-t look like a truffle
stay in my bag, arp in my duffle
pop out the box, everybody gon’ shuffle
[verse 3]
bi-b-tch (plugg!)
h-llcat get to roarin’!
i-i catch tc, he get to soarin’!
fi-finna od, n-gga keep on pourin’!
i-i heard yo’ new sh-t, it had me snorin’!
n-not outside, he pi’erre bourne!
we-went to yo’ block, it was f-ckin’ borin’!
i-i’m tryn’ make bill mama mourn!
sl-slide in the cut like neosporin!
i-i’m pop smoke, i’m in a foreign
sh-she wan’ f-ck, she gon’ lock the door
sh-shots ain’t done, n-gga, got more!
sc-scr-ppin’ the pot, got my wrist sore!
ri-riding my wave, wash up at shore
ri-ride ‘round yo’ hood, we done took a tour!
th-that n-gga mad ‘cause his b-tch a wh0re!
th-these n-ggas p-ssy won’t go to war!

[bridge 2]
f-ck n-gga…
y’all b-tch ahh n-gga scared to go to war..
i’m outside with that arp, swinging this b-tch..
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