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letra de slay! - argo914

[intro: summrs]
hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids
he slayed this one
whole lotta hunnids
whole lotta hunnids
boy, you f-cking with a soldier
hunnids, hunnids, hundons!

[chorus: summrs}
slay, you did it with this one
which one i pick, i pick this one
drank, it go straight to my liver
we posted up with them- soldiers
we posted up with them k!llers
choppa hit hard, he gon’ feel this
my (?) down bad
now the b-tch wanna f-ck ’cause we flex in our trillers
f-ck n-gga say he don’t like me, well f-ck
you gon’ do something ’bout it, come k!ll me
we balling out all year
and these lame ass n-ggas still sitting on the benches
soon as i get enough racks i’ma go ahead
take my lil’ n-ggas out the trenches

[verse 1: summrs]
this b-tch so bad, but she bald-headed
so i guess i gotta go buy her some inches
we got a pint of that lean that we sipping
we driving that motherf-cking stolo
rocking chanel and that gucci, that louis
that n-gga stay rocking that ecco
just met a b-tch off of twitter
swear she gon’ f-ck the gang for that promo
we took the brain out that coupe so my n-gga could shoot out that motherf-cking go-zone (shoot!)
we went to neiman’s and barney’s and sak’s
yeah we d-mn near bought the whole store
went to the party, (?)
i came just to take your lil’ hoe
[verse 2: argo]
yeah, yeah
slay, you did it with this one
got ten bad b-tches, like which one?
got hi-tech, i’m gon’ sip on
you ain’t rich like this, get your thrill on
to the pack, lil’ b-tch i’m peeling
i’ve been up, you call me distant
boutta f-ck, b-tch, then i’m dipping
in the tree, no mace, i’m pimping
we going tropical
b-tch, argo up, he topical
bad b-tch gon’ suck like popsicle
i flood my wrist, that’s nautical
they gon’ call me remarkable
b-tch i’m with summr, but this sh-t the fall
i’m going up, yeah i’m never gon’ fall
you is a gup, you ain’t with me, i’m a shark
that b-tch only want my money
walking clowns, they looking funny
choppa on me like the army
b-tch don’t even try to harm me
purple jacket, tee is ‘mani
beaters creased, they creeping on me
get that cheddar, ain’t no hobby
i’m at the top, you at the lobby, whoa
chyeah, what up, slay?
[chorus: summrs}
slay, you did it with this one
which one i pick, i pick this one
drank, it go straight to my liver
we posted up with them- soldiers
we posted up with them k!llers
choppa hit hard, he gon’ feel this
my (?) down bad
now the b-tch wanna f-ck ’cause we flex in our trillers
f-ck n-gga say he don’t like me, well f-ck
you gon’ do something ’bout it, come k!ll me
we balling out all year
and these lame ass n-ggas still sitting on the benches
soon as i get enough racks i’ma go ahead
take my lil’ n-ggas out the trenches

- argo914

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