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letra de niggas love dying - aauuguzt! & autotuneabuse

[intro: aauuguzt!]
you n-ggas are not for me, built for me, built for me
bad boys, bad boy, bad boy

[chorus: aauuguzt!]
you n-ggas think that y’all bad boys
nah, you is not will smith, n-gga you chris rock
shut the f-ck up, please n-gga, don’t even talk
i don’t wanna hear what you saying, just please stop
n-gga do not talk to me like that
better watch your f-cking mouth, knock out yo t–th like that
n-gga, he must wanna die, looking at me like that
big ass chop, hit your feet right back

[verse 1: autotuneabuse]
uh, n-gga got me f-cked up, i’m sipping on soda
yeah at least i got big bucks, he might get his b-tch took
told that b-tch, “don’t touch me”
b-tch i am a big crook
death note, i’m k!lling n-ggas, put em in a book
got them finished, ima hit em with them backshots
check my pockets, d-mn, b-tch i got on fat knocks
uh, b-tch, d-mn, my pockets fat as sh-t
here, lemme hold a dollar sign
flip it, b-tch i’m scamming sh-t
[verse 2: aauuguzt!]
n-ggas quick to disrеspect my family, get turned to a hat
yеah, throwaway, throwaway
throwaway, that’s what he is, is
n-gga, well don’t you gay n-gga
and you f-cking stupid, i should smack you like a witch
what you gonna do?
then come on, lemme see this sh-t

[verse 3: autotuneabuse]
b-tch i feel like master
see a n-gga, then i whip that b-tch
b-tch i’m toolkit
like tay-k, ima smack that b-tch
mr krabs, b-tch, i just want a dollar
f-ck a proud town b-tch, she a scholar
cut the beat down, b-tch gimme a holler
dj droy cut the beat, b-tch ass n-gga what the f-ck?
tired of calling that hoe, i’m cutting her off
n-ggas on my d-ck, and they stinky, ima use lysol
all white, plug in the trap, call up park patrol
b-tch i like science, bill nye
b-tch i’ll problem solve, call me mr fix yo hoe
bring yo b-tch back and give her back
give that hoe backshots, she like, “d-mn, this sh-t is gas”
shoot a ball and it swish
at the top of the g i feel like cash
b-tches f-ck the opps, i up the score, i know them b-tches mad
b-tch i’m mr what?
uh, b-tch, im mr fix yo hoe
uh, call me mr fix yo hoe, aye, aye
[chorus: aauuguzt!]
you n-ggas think that y’all bad boys
nah, you is not will smith, n-gga you chris rock
shut the f-ck up, please n-gga, don’t even talk
i don’t wanna hear what you saying, just please stop
n-gga do not talk to me like that
better watch your f-cking mouth, knock out yo t–th like that
n-gga, he must wanna die, looking at me like that

- aauuguzt autotuneabuse

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