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letra de auntie sherl - babyfxce e

[intro]
(jr crazy)
dumb-ass boys
watch who you bring close ’cause they’ll— yeah, look
watch who you bring close ’cause they— okay, look

[verse]
watch who you bring close ’cause they’ll gurb you
i know these look like blue jeans, but they really purple
keep it on my waist just like a girdle
draco with a brace on it, i call it auntie sherl
my n-ggas ’bout that action, they not verbal
made her take that one pill just in case she fertile
when i’m in that dude, i be nervous
nervous i’ma spill my cup ’cause i keep on swerving
my daddy was a thug, sellin’ work in a burgundy ‘burban
my young n-gga’ll knock your top off, leavе you permanently shirtless
sеnd your ass to the dropoff and leave you permanently hurting
unc’ just popped a fake perc-30, now he permanently nervous
now he posted at the gas station
rap, sell weed and bumblebees is my occupation
riding with big fella in the front seat, not with haha davis
on the plane with some hercules, gettin’ glocks to vegas
then we take ’em up to henderson
b-tch thought i was beating her off a perc’, it’s just adrenaline
i’ll never take a pill, i don’t care what the feeling is
ask him is he trying to make some money? i’m a businessman
(man, f-ck that, matter fact)
just give that n-gga my motherf-ckin’ number, i don’t middleman
my n-gga put that ink to your body like he little man
my n-gga know the lean tearing up his body, he don’t give a d-mn (b-tch)
if anybody touch my sister, we gon’ spin like the ceiling fan
half a dollar in the glock, man, this b-tch’ll k!ll many man
everybody wanna be a shooter, it’s a city trend
don’t go slide with a janky heat and then your pistol jam
’cause this four-five’ll break a n-gga down and you can’t fix your mans
you can go hide, but them wolves gon’ find you, then sic your ass
wait, who the hottest young n-gga out in michigan? (fxce)
who the one that’s cappin’ in they songs, ain’t really living it? (bum-ass n-ggas)
who the f-ck slidin’ down blocks and keep on missin’ sh-t?
who the f-ck puttin’ up shots and keep on brickin’ sh-t?
you a p-ssy-ass n-gga, you was built to quit
(y’all n-ggas ain’t ready for this sh-t, n-gga)
flamethrower for them n-ggas’ bodies, we don’t do no digging
(n-gga, not at all)
new scat pack, drive it like it’s stolen ’cause it is, n-gga (skrrt)
i’m uncomfortable when i duel wield because my glocks are different
my man’s a fiend, went to go upstairs and my pop was missing
you got no gun, i got a standard clip, we lack different
every song i made, i did it sober, i rap different
[outro]
it’s with an x, n-gga
watch who you bring close ’cause they’ll—
fxce
watch who you bring close ’cause they’ll gurb you
know these look like blue jeans, but they really purple
n-gga

- babyfxce e

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