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letra de bot strats v2 - 7th gamer ward

[intro: lil shane & lil garvey]
[laughing]
-[crying]-
come here you little-
-leave me alone!-

[lil zang]
(yuh lil zang in this b-tch)
b-tch said im up, sh-t i feel like im floatin’
gas pedal on this rap sh-t now im goin’
vans on my feet b-tch i’ve been off the wall
beatin’ that p-ssy up who she goin’ call?
told all these goofies stop playin’ wit me
stop f-ckin hatin’ b-tch whats it gon’ be?
pull out dat choppa, it sing like an opera
hit two w a strap now we payin’ a fee (pew pew)
baggin’ these hoes sh-t i feel like the goat
his b-tch was testin’ me show her dat stroke (bow)
k i’m like “d-mn, hop off my sack”
takin’ ya b-tch and i’m shippin’ her back (bye b-tch)
feel like dababy, baby lets go (hah)
foot on the gas, sh-t i’m like woah
cross on my neck, sh-t that’s on god
4 in the trap, sh-t dats a quad

[yung fred]
(listen you bighead c-nt)
f-ckin’ that b-tch one night lil yachty (yuh)
i’m playing b-tches like i’m playing yahtzee
get in the shower not a jew i’m a n-z-
when i f-ck her its getting all nasty (b-tch)
she need to shave she is so bushy
her p-ssy disney, i feel so goofy (aye)
i’m going left i ain’t never going right
lil g spot be high as a kite
tell her ride the pony like it is fortnite
gonna knock a b-tch out like it is fight night (pp)
ice on my wrist (yuh) it got frostbite
d-ck in that hoe like she is a flesh-light
when i f-ck her from the back turn on the flashlight
turn off the flashlight then it is goodnight (yuh)

[lil g spot]
(aye it’t lil g spot)
suppressor in your granny’s cooch got it wetter than my whistle(b-tch)
like i was 12 yrs old and chubby i’m feasting on schnitzel (chowder)
if i catch you monkey talking your ass will get fisted (banana)
i’m not g-y but i suck d-ck don’t get it twisted (oh my gawd)
showed my d-ck to a nun now i’m blacklisted (yuh)
f-ck these stingy mothaf-ckas always tight-fisted (yuh)
i’ll smoke you out, while i work out
i’m filling up my [bin?]
lost my v-card to my uncie (ooh), i’ll take it a win(win)

[yung inf]
(yuh, uh, yuh, uh, yuh, uh, yuh, uh)
these b-tches they be ticked no tock
up on yo block and i let the glock pop
fishin’ for a track on deck but it flop
no race but i’m keeping up my pace
take 4 blunts to the mothaf-ckin’ face
then go p-ss in yo gma’s vase
fill up that b-tch, pour it out like some henny
all yo crips poor, ain’t got a f-ckin’ penny
hit em in the back of the head like lennie
(yuh uh yuh uh)
flip him like a brick
pull up wit the stick
ain’t talkin’ stems
hit you wit the phlegm
this song? it’s a gem
if i’m pullin’ up to yo block then i’m dippin’ just like brehm
(yuh, yuh, uh)
(yung inf aka “micro f-cking pene” b-tch)

[lil shane]
(you’re not wearing socks? yuh, yuh, yuh)
green like some money we smoking them trees (brrr)
ballin’ like kobe we breakin’ them knees (yuh)
here are some pics of garvey’s feet (lets go)
got 4 wh0res in the mothaf-ckin’ truck (b-tch)
gta pimped out like we hit a speed bump
2 more b-tches in the mothaf-ckin’ trunk
unload on all 6 ain’t talking no chunks
(-clears throat- let me spit some heat real quick)
pull up with a buck-tooth b-tch and an ak
got this boof up in the vault like its payday
hook up the hitch and take the whole crib on vaca’

[maxipad]
(yuh, aye)
smokin’ on .1s got me coughing like corona
i log in on tinder tell b-tches i’m a stoner
know i got ginger p-b-s surrounding my b-n-r
i give her the finger not talking no witch
pull up on roland, on the window he spit
then i got p-ssed, threw him in a ditch
told him he just a f-ckboi nic’ addict
just replaced garvey he’s a lil b-tch
the way he be stuttering, really think he can spit
then the res in the hooka got me feeling… “like shiiiiiiiiit”

[outro: yung inf]
pp (pp)

- 7th gamer ward

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