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letra de choke on my - 2019 - 704 prod

i swear i’ve changed (it’s just a persona. it’s just a persona!)
i don’t understand why people even like my music when it’s not even me
am i considered the illest yet?
is these p-ssy hoes up out they feelings yet?
has a n-gga stacked his first million yet? (nah?)
well guess who feel effected?
you n-ggas all talk on the internet
talk sh-t pretend you just some critic-head
when you’re really on mе with an ill intent
live your best lifе, i just ain’t k!ll you yet, b-tch
choke on my d-ck, n-gga
’til your throat column split, n-gga
i’ma bogart this b-tch, n-gga (yuh!)
i’ma own all this sh-t n-gga (yuh!)
what you hoes call a monopoly, i’ma hold all the keys to this sh-t, n-gga
go call police, i’ma blow walls just so prod achieves what you know as the “goat” calling
please hold both b-lls and choke on ’em, please
i don’t like you n-ggas, nah
i won’t fight you n-ggas nah
i’ma stack bread and pay your opps to snipe you from afar
i don’t like you in my sight and i don’t like you in my comms
i’m not type to stay in calm
i’m not the type to stay with cons
nah them n-ggas ain’t my crowd
6ix9ine already tried it and he gone, b-tch
(hey, hey, yo chill on that n-gga)
if i don’t blow, this ain’t makin no sense
i deserve stadium tix and some food in bed like hospital patients and sh-t
sponsored up, i won’t be paying for sh-t
and watch what you say little b-tch
one complaint and i’ll be takin your b-tch
she give f-ll-tio lips while she forwards your calls so they go to static like some radio blips
y’all can choke on my d-ck, dawg, or drown
the wrist watch is wet. yo b-tch watch me close and simp on me
s-x isn’t on my list of sh-t that impress me
get off my d-ck and cl!ck on my songs
my sh-t prolly hit way different than sh-t y’all is used to
hits topping hits, my sh-t go abusive. i’m sick, dawg, submit me to the hall of music
where the beef? ’cause ima eat it up
grill you n-ggas while i’m cheesing, huh
p-ssy n-ggas i’ma beat ’em up
met your b-tch and now we meeting up
all these n-ggas always hating on me. i’ma give ’em a reason, huh
b-tch i’m straight out this world, yuh
take me to your f-ckin leader, bruh
yea b-tch, i’m sl!ck with the words. beef, get cooked like i’m greasy, huh
b-tch hit my phone for d-ck but i don’t ever give a f-ck, ’cause why i need to, huh?
n-ggas always wanna talk sh-t, boss sh-t, ’til i have ’em screaming, huh
best out period. i ain’t even hit you p-ssy, why you bleeding, huh?
i don’t even need to blow up. i make these b-tch n-ggas f-cking scream enough
ever let a n-gga cross me, get crucified like he jesus, huh
bruh, the craziest sh-t about this, yo
is that it a literally took me a f-cking day
it took me a day to learn how to make beats
a day. i made everything from scratch
it took me, it took me a f-cking day
and if you don’t wanna say a day, it took me a week, bruh
there’s n-ggas who spend, like, years learning how to make beats
and i’m making this sh-t in a day
i’m so f-cking talented! oh my-

- 704 prod

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