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letra de switch - 6xnjaa

[intro]
uhhh, reddish beam
i’m a fiend
wanted to be a lawyer
but there are other ways to get the green
rollin’ up exotics
while b-tches they suck it through the jeans
brrt, brrt, yeah, it’s a fever dream

brrt, brrt
uh-uh, yeah, yeah, uh

[verse 1]
what’s going on?
my bro always keeps his switch
leaves the house
he don’t care about his keys
he needs a bl!ck (brrt, brrt)
his childhood broke him
so he don’t trust a b-tch
left people on the ground twitching
got him laughing while ditching (po-pow)

and i got it on my own
ten toes on business (yеah, uh)
wanted to grind with a homie
he was my apprеntice (po-po-pow)
that digga dumb as f-ck
he couldn’t stop drinking all his hennessy
he done hit his head
d-mn, that must have hurt like john f. kennedy (pow)
knife sharp as a razor blade
cut him open, see him decay (‘cay)
switch on me, then
switch up on the gang
and then get out the way
switch up on any of my homeboys
we leave you astray
f-ck, we couldn’t care less
i hope your body gon’ decay

now, are you ready to die?
are you ready to fire?
are you ready if someone pulls up
to catch a homicide, bruh?
either you’re clutchin’ on that dirty pole
or getting hit with that .9, bruh
love these simple switches
like these switches in my life, bruh

[chorus]
put him on a tape

leave him on the scene
and then roll him in exotics
working on myself every day to get them pateks
red beam, it k!lls all his homies
it’s a hat trick,
like i clap all of these b-tches
ay, this beat is clappin’
me, alessio making it rags to riches
piped up, that metal’s gon’ feed him
we in the kitchen
pa-pa-pa-pa-pa
that’s what the switch does (pa-pow)
[verse 2]
that’s what the k does
you’re gon’ get afraid, bruh
everybody’s posted with knives
they think we’re afraid, cuz
but we ain’t afraid
we got all ’em drakes
pa-pa-pa-pa-pa
leave him astray
let’s go, leave all of ’em frozen
i got ar-15s and shooters
they gon’ expose
i got homies selling coke
i got b-tches taking coke
i got homies
trading that stuff for some throat-goat

yeah, let’s go!
leave all of ’em frozen
i got ar-15s and shooters

i got homies selling coke
i got b-tches taking coke
i got homies
trading that stuff for some throat-goat
[chorus]
put him on a tape
white chalk his body
leave him on the scene
and then roll him in exotics
working on myself every day to get them pateks
red beam, it k!lls all his homies
it’s a hat trick, different clap
like i clap all of these b-tches
ay, this beat is clappin’
me, alessio making it rags to riches
piped up, that metal’s gonna feed him
we in the kitchen
pa-pa-pa-pa-pa
that’s what the switch does (pa-pow)

- 6xnjaa

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