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letra de system - biv

[verse 1: biv]
roll up in a bayonne, hit ya
sweating on the call, b-tches f-ckers spin a zipper
waste no time, when they call, finna fix ya
run around mines, no smoke, no mirror
they don’t want smoke, no trigger
i don’t wanna blame, not a picture
put em’ in the dirt, no wither
spin it for the ride, but it fold with the picture
spin it for the ride, but it fold
tell em’ they do it for attention
2020 b-tches when i pull up with the mission
i don’t f-ck around with my life or my dentist
f-ck around, put a motherf-cker in the system
sound like they do it for attention
2020 b-tchеs when i pull up with the mission
i don’t f-ck around with my life or my dеntist
f-ck around, i put a motherf-cker in the system, yuh
put a b-tch on a playdate
i fought a motherf-cker down badway
money going cold to the sickday
money going cold to the sickday
i could pull up in that motherf-cker and i know they seem him where he go
woah
ain’t n0body tryna find a f-ck or give a money talk when i blow
woah
i could feel the lotta ya, woah, yuh
b-tch was too melodic, woah, yuh
found my soul inside a ghost, woah
running dirty how it goes, woah
dropping buddy down the road, woah
ain’t no tell us with the bros, woah
stupid b-tches do the most, woah
bring them bodies out the door
why do you block down this sh-t? block
anybody saw that, spit that chop
put em’ on a body when i bottle that top
motherf-ckers don’t wanna keep what they got
if anybody stop when they pull up, do blocks
i left my soul when i pull out the spot, woah
i left my soul when i pull out the spot, woah
[verse 2: blckk]
i’m too good at this sh-t, b-tch swallow my spit
never talk about me unless you really wanna disappear
i’ve been in and out of living, i don’t love it here
how’d i manage to f-ck it up this bad
hit bricks, for someone you motherf-ckers had took a hundred takes
i don’t do this sh-t the same way
and shut the f-ck up, proud of this sh-t, a mixtape
man i’m back on my game, i dropped this f-cking sh-t up again
tell these p-ssies that i still on they head
turn that metal, prolly heard what i bent
shoot me p-ssy, pray you never pretend
f-ck everybody you went, uh
f-ck you up, breaking your friends, what
boy b-tch you needed that stitch, yeah what
cry bout’ a shoot when you miss, yeah
stomp on your neck, b-tch, get your ribs split
till’ they break sh-t, i said f-ck living
ain’t n0body listen, f-cking my b-tch
that sick and [?] sh-t, yeah
sick of the input, never thought i’d end a missing childhood
never wanna see another birthday, i don’t talk to n0body they all fake
yeah

- biv

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