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letra de yours truly - fu.b.a.r (freestyle) - ace sensei

[freestyle: yours truly]
fuck tomorrow fill that bowl and light me up
no competition find me sleeping, write me up
expect no response, unrequited love, b-tch i’m a boss
of my own life, suck on this.. it’ll all be alright, haaaa
world through my eyes, lies on my mind, head on a flight
head of my cl-ss, swimming in cash, flowing inside
stop riding the d-ck, hop on a train, seconds to spot
run up a train, up on yo b-tch, no seconds of thought
smoke out my face, can’t see my face, can’t feel my phase
they swear i’m the same, i swear to their face, my life’s a heat haze
watch the six in the sky, the 3 to the your face, 2k every night
these niggas is light, my bars kinda heavy is you niggas aight?
you say your b-tch a ride or die, this d-ck gon might make her suicide
purp gon take me super high, them martians gon be super tight
tell these hoes to shut their mouth we don’t need to be supervised
the future won’t be televised, it’s right before your eyes
shape it yourself, yeah that’s that plato shit
love don’t cost a thing, yeah that’s that jlo shit
b-tch i ain’t lose my heart, some b-tch lost the shit
ain’t never lost my faith, just always questioned it
train of thoughts pick me up… & put me down
words that i cannot sound out just bounce around from low to loud
i ain’t low i smoke that loud
**lighter clicking** i love that sound…
money talks… so b-tch why would i watch my mouth?
this is me so please, leave me the fuck alone
fubar nigga, let that shit be known!
man, fuck your bars and fuck your b-tch
this young dominiking from brooklyn finna run your shit
i would fuck your mother, fuck your sister, fuck your brother up
shit..
double cup my drink, & double motherfuck your clique, b-tch!
stopped giving a fuck suddenly b-tches wanna fuck me
so i fuck a bad b-tch then it’s fuck that bad b-tch!
i’m on to the next, ain’t fair to your ex
ain’t fair to the next, ain’t fair to the rest
i’m fairly impressed, ain’t fair to your dress
you could keep it on, with your panties down to your legs
get down to the rest, rest and get down once again..
i tell em ease up, sit back, smoke a bit of that shisha
we g’d up, past fucked up, p-ss a bit of that reefa
pour some purp in that liter, get lit up, my clique up
pop triggers at livers, pop pussies & liquor
nigga i’m gone, never coming down
i be coming up with shit, ain’t got time to write it down
they ain’t fucking with me now, i run it like forest gump
if niggas say they breathe this shit, then i just took that dump nigga!

[outro: yours truly]
wooo…
hype these niggas kaki!

- ace sensei

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