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letra de freestyle one - biv

[intro: blckk]
yeah, yeah
yeah

[verse 1: blckk & biv]
paint that f-ckin’ t-shirt red, you and y’all friends suck
twisted ’bout whatever i said, should i repeat myself?
i never gave a f-ck, i’m still standin’ on that sh-t
first day in, already shovel bullsh-t, uh
f-ck you and your company, look what that sh-t done to me
my fault, shoulda k!lled that b-tch when i had the chance
by far, f-ckin’ up my life, like a mother did (yeah, yeah)
funny how it circle back, smoke your dead buddy pack (yeah, yeah)
[verse 2: biv]
was better off bustin’ seven nuts inside the b-tch
that never gave me flyin’ f-cks, and if you trust it ’cause they open up to let you see the static
plus, you p-ssies fallin’ into dust, don’t act tough
you b-tches run ’em up, before you run it up
i guess it’s just my own perception, but do we really need a fancy soul?
it’s just a question, punk
huh, yeah, it’s just a question, punk
huh, okay, okay, yeah
sh-t, that’s a problem, ain’t it? why you always want me hated?
smiles out, inside is vacant, f-ck this life and what it’s taken
and let that sh-t spray out like it’s a f-ckin’ fragrance
then let that sh-t like- okay, like “brr, brr, brr”
ride or die, apparently, that’s what you like, until you facin’ 45 to life
had a nice time? good, great, b-tch, nice try
goodbye, don’t give a flyin’ f-ck about your hightimes, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, yeah

- biv

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