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letra de gbexklusaurv - aiden everett

[intro: aiden everett & kaleb2turntt]
(d-mn, syrxn)
i gotta look, i gotta like, see for an intro
(m-m-mhm)
no like, you can just freestyle—think of something
(think of something, think of something)

[verse 1: kaleb2turntt]
boot up off of aa30s like the batteries
graduated first-degree murder—like i got my master b
fit hard art, like i just got it out the gallery
feel like dr. seuss in this b-tch—everything i say gotta rhyme
know some uk lot that’d get you poked like a pine
why my cup purple? b-tch, i just poured a pint
gotta pull up and go fast when you hear the sirens—i think that’s the swine
i ain’t gon’ stop pouring ’til i hit the 3rd line
stole a non for free for profit beat and didn’t even pay the fine
itty bitty bulletproof—that will not save you
i got a heat around my hip—this sh-t will f-ckin’ bake you
gdk—drop the rakes, then i drop you
like the bag of the leaves that i f-ckin’ raked, dude
if you talk ra-ra on the set, my demons gonna chase you
yeah, i rock red, but i love to chase blues
supreme × jordan on the f-ckin’ shoes
if i go broke, might have to rob a f-ckin’ jew
pop a f-cker in his gut—have him blow up like a balloon
kareem hooked his ass into that lake—now he squirming like some fish food
(ayy, oh-woah)
[verse 2: aiden everett]
how rude—millionaire militia, we gon’ take care of you
n-gga, gimme them shoes, stop crying like a b-tch
i need to cover ya with red—you get shots
yeah, you too blue like stitch
eat ’em—chackie jew
n-ggas everywhere i look—this crib crowded, like the zoo
like n-gga let me free
lemon scent the best, made it out the can
what’s the gas? n-gga, this febreze
i love all the money, i’m from wisconsin—n-gga, i love the cheese
seeing green make me itch—seeing green make me geek
when the beat gon’ hit the bell again?
who alerted him? i’m allergic to yeat
if my brother f-ck wit’ him, then i f-ck wit’ him—that’s my twin
i know everything—b-tch, i’m the omen
i made a vow to change the wrld
“i’ll never leave them hard jawns open”
i’m proud of myself—i left that b-tch’s jaw broken
n-ggas like me be google
whip in the game—you know i chromed it
neck full of diamonds, low temp like olaf—b-tch, i been frozen
favorite color orange like mikey—i’m the last ronin
rock sh-t—these are stones that im rolling
like kanye—this my throne, ima own it
only aim for the head, i think my brain laced wit’ a cronus
she sold that brick fast—she deserve a bonus
and she ride d-ck fast—you deserve another bonus
f-ck a outro—i’m going back on my word
i’m leaving it open

- aiden everett

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