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letra de dead controller - baby jace

[intro]
whoo!
y’all thought i was done with y’all asses?

[verse]
i did some charity today for the kids
don’t need popularity to help my ass live (nope)
but it is scaring me from how much i did
the mistakes i made when i was still a kid
dear number one, (h-ll nah)
you were just plain out ugly
it was really your singing that i was in love with
now i’m looking at you, your weight has to be least over 800
looking at you makes me wanna cut you with a cutlass
i was looking for your prettiness, but i needed a compass
you’re not janet jackson, you’re messing up poetic justice
i hope you choke on plastic, and leave your ass like lovelace
you’ll bе throwing picks like jay cutler when thеre isn’t any coverage (interception)
dear number two, the l you tried to hold me it
the first time you blocked me, i was lowkey rolling b-tch
i’d roll over your ass if you were a pedestrian
you only block dudes, i’m assuming you’re a lesbian (g-y b-tch)
you’re thinking that i hate you, well b-tch you’re the one who’s hating
you have no ass and titties, sadly n0body can save you
it’s not my d-mn fault you built like a piece of paper
i’ll put you in a book and i’ll keep flipping the pages
dear number three, you cool, but you said you didn’t adore me
but listen lil b-tch, should i really just inform you
that kj probably didn’t like your ass back
speaking of which, how does your sh-t go from flat to fat?
to be honest, all you do is act all ratchet
for each asscheek you got, comes an air package
you’re so cold hearted, but i still got my jacket
when i was hitting on you hoes just like a tennis racket, whoa!
dear number four, how you gonna do that
how you gonna say i suck, but then you’re saying that i can rap?
you’re a hypocrite, don’t give me sass, cuz that is a fact
hey look at those two basketb-lls oh wait, that’s her ass? (swish)
you thought i wouldn’t make a diss, you thinking that i lost
you’re saying i’m obsessive, but you still won’t hop off
but go ahead girl, that’s just your loss
so your ass can go back to sucking zach and john off
you b-tches drive me crazy, why did i ask y’all out?
some of y’all think that i’m creepy but you’re using me for clout
now you got these n-ggas thinking that i got a dark cloud
but it’s sunny every day i don’t know what you’re talking bout
but i’m still feeling lucky like some four leaf clovers
you b-tches drive me insane like some range rovers
you four kept on playing games with me, but now it’s over
and y’all ain’t got a charger, y’all got a dead controller
you got a dead controller (b-tch)
you got a dead controller
you see what happens when you break a loyal n-ggas heart?
f-ck all of you!

[outro: 2pac]
b-tches ain’t sh-t! we don’t love them hoes, and it’s like that!

- baby jace

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