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letra de woah - blckk

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[intro]
you know he’s gonna get you, right?
who are you talking about?
(teenage disaster…)
brrt, woah, yeah
he don’t f-ck around, i hit my burner phone and whip it ‘fore he gone
i flip his f-cking sons, right before he blow, woah

[chorus]
w-w-wish him dead, i put sh-t to bed, i’m not what you read
b-tch, i’m pickin’ lead, you look just like you a f-ckin’ fed

[verse 1]
k!ll his friends, b-tch, i put an end to his f-ckin’ head
b-tch, i’m set, what i said, i meant, b-tch, don’t come again
this ain’t that, not no f-ckin’ threat, b-tch, i beat that bet
pay my rent, i’m just f-ckin’ proud that i made that dent
spend two more then hit the corner store to pick two .40’s, bro
emptied out, i hit that sh-t again and wake up on the floor
burn that f-ckin’ vеnue up as soon we walk through the door
put my f-ckin’ namе up on the list, that’s what i did for

[chorus]
wish him dead, i put sh-t to bed, i’m not what you read
b-tch, i’m pickin’ lead, you look just like you a f-ckin’ fed
wish him dead, i put sh-t to bed, i’m not what you read
(b-tch, i’m pickin’ lead, you look just like you a f-ckin’ fed)
you look just like you a f-ckin’ f-
[verse 2]
warm it up, i put that sh-t you dropped inside a f-ckin’ box
like disrespect, sh-t you read about, hope you f-ckin’ rot
can’t get caught, i did that sh-t so clean but not no f-ckin’ bot
just hit his f-ckin’ spot, i want him gone, i (pow, pow, pow)
blood on my shirt, b-tch, somebody get hurt
you can’t f-ck up my work, i did it at birth
guess that’s something i learnt, been this way since birth
i f-cking earned, all that sh-t i put
in my f-cking blood, take my point, crack that f-cking sh-t up
bet that sh-t get real

[hook]
woah! (yeah!) woah! (yeah!) woah! (yeah!) woah! (yeah!)
woah! (yeah!) woah! (yeah!) woah! (yeah!) woah!
woah! (yeah!) woah! (yeah!) woah! (yeah!) woah! (yeah!)
woah! (yeah!) woah! (yeah!) woah! (yeah!) woah!

[chorus]
wish him dead, i put sh-t to bed, i’m not what you read
b-tch, i’m pickin’ lead, you look just like you a f-ckin’ fed
wish him dead, i put sh-t to bed, i’m not what you read
(b-tch, i’m pickin’ lead, you look just like you a f-ckin’ fed)
you look just like you a f-ckin’ f-

[outro]
(you know he’s gonna get you…)

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