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letra de loser - adubb.434

feeling like juice
no i’m feeling like uzi
i f-ck det b-tch right up in her coochie
bad b-tches only and yeah they be boujee
slide on any b-tch, yeah i got sauce
s/o to maj, that sh-t was so hard
you can have a foreign b-tch
i want da cars
money coming in, thank god
yo b-tch ride my face, that’s facetime
time is money, i don’t waste time
backpack on my back
in da lunch line
now b-tches wanna eat me like lunchtime
imma rock star, you hate my kind
choker on my neck, i’m one of a kind
juice she my shooter, so you gone die
gun got a silencer, it’s gone be quiet
she gone blow, p-ssy don’t try it
flex on these n-ggas, that exercise
play with my money, that’s suicide
pull up on that b-tch at the 3 point line
you scared to shoot yo shot
i’m gone shoot mine
catch a n-gga lacking at da baseline
1 headshot, that’s a technical foul
i don’t do drugs, but i’m on them now
i don’t pop xans, but i’m ragging now
popped me a molly just to slow down
vvs diamonds, all on me now
gotta bad b-tch just to hold me down
b-tches speaking on me, but they broke
they clowns
n-ggas be cappin, i don’t understand
n-ggas be snitching, right on dey main mans
that’s posed to be yo brother, then why you take da stand
you went against the grain, and it’s causin you pain
scared you gone get one, up in yo brain

up in yo brain, boy you so lame
these n-ggas b swervin, stay in yo lane
i’ll never change, always remain the same
the devil on my shoulders, trynna spit game yeah
but i can’t go, i will never fold
12 ask for my name, sh-t i don’t know
12 ask for yo name, boy you already told
what’s that on my t–th, boy that’s gold
gotta vet b-tch, yeah she kinda old
but she gone buy me whatever i want

ion really need that hoe no, yeah my pockets swole so
i will never go broke, no
otr that’s the lingo
on the rise, just me and my bros
catch me in miami, just doing a show
f-cking b-tches, in the front row x2

my white b-tch do white girl , like what’s in her nose
the vert of my f-cking city, to da top is where i’m gone go
yeah straight to the top
no n-gga i won’t stop (yeah)
getting this money (aye) friday to sunday
yeah wait monday thru thursday (yeah)
i don’t even know what i’m saying
but d-mn, imma go in
adubb b-tch i be the man
these are off-white, n-gga these ain’t vans
like what’s that in my pants, (dem bands)

- adubb 434

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