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letra de nail biter - big yavo

[intro: big yavo]
uh, for sure
the giant
haha, ayy

[chorus: big yavo]
they left me for dead, but i ain’t die
this sh-t i seen, i ‘posed to shed a tear, but i ain’t cry
why the f-ck these n-ggas be actin’ like they gangster, but they not?
catch that boy and give his ass a spankin’ with my glock
that b-tch got glitch on it
took his b-tch and turned her up, i know you miss her, don’t it?
wash my face, brush my t–th, grab my gun, this every morning get you some money and get it goin’
when she hear this sound, i bet it get her h-rny

[verse 1: big yavo]
ayy, i’m tryna count this money, f-ck that, bae, come count it for me
big yay came from nothin’ to somethin’
shots go off, bettеr duck your m-ffin
ayy, long as that money pretty, she ain’t gon’ say you ugly
my pockеts on teletubbies
that ain’t no drank, that robitussin
dumbass, that lil’ boy a scumbag
binary make the gun fast
hit his block, make him run fast
spin that sh-t, make him haul ass
ayy, lil’ boy, where your hall pass?
big-ass glock make him fall back
can’t see lil’ bruh at night, he in all black
tryna run your ass down for a small stack
ayy, really off the love, but that just my thug
i be chillin’, playin’, man
give me a dub, i’ll hit the club
deebo samuel, i’ll take nineteen, my shirt made by celine
forty k, bags of green
i just like fela, come catch a magazine
ayy, b-tch, come catch a clip, aye, bae, you catch my drift?
look, i’m really havin’ drip, walk behind me, bound to slip
come shop, we really havin’ sip’
off that drank, might crash the whip
get off the p, this a bag of shift
she tapped her friend, like, “who is him?”
yeah, shawty said, “who is he?”
i tell her, “baby, him is me”
right off the flight, smokin’ him-othy
i don’t think lil’ dude comin’ trim as me
(water my neck) can’t you see?
(water my neck) can’t you tell? (ice)
(all this water) wishin’ well
that lil’ boy scary, he bite his nails (let’s go)
[verse 2: b$c ziggy]
vvs on my neck, i’m on my finster with your b-tch (ice)
k!llin’ sh-t just like i’m oj, i just hope the glove fit
f-ck my ex, i don’t think ’bout no b-tch in my past tense (nah)
i’m with a b-tch that look like latto, ridin’ behind some black tint (let’s go, ha)
sippin’ drink while i record her, she turn to an actress
give her everything she want so she’ll never want sh-t (let’s go)
uh, they left me for dead, but i ain’t die
everybody disappear when that judge gave me life (gone)
they ain’t know what i was like (like), don’t believe in the hype (hype)
seen it with my own eyes, my own people out of sight (let’s go)
when everything went left (woo), sh-t was still goin’ alright
so why i’m ‘posed to act the way l act right now? n-gga, alright (alright)
smoke a blunt in front of the courthouse, count the floor that i was on
it make it easy when you rappin’ what you livin’ in your song (let’s go)
send a pack to get you k!lled for all that woofin’ through her phone
every time we take it out, n-ggas ain’t on what we on (alright)
let’s go

- big yavo

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