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letra de chillin wit my woes - bloody! (taisiegel)

[verse 1: bl–dy!]
my bi b-tch from the town
always tryna f-ck when i come around
the n-gga p-ssy he can’t come around
spin his block, feed him a few rounds
she take out the c-ck and we go a few rounds
yes, b-tch, i smoke out the pound
yes, i feel like [?] the way i’m sayin’ yes
if a n-gga play, he get shot in the chest
she suckin’ my d-ck and i’m leavin’ a mess
the za wit’ the grabba, it’s punchin’ my chest
she in love wit’ me ’cause i piped it the best
i push d-ck in n-ggas ho’s, then i text that n-gga and i let him know
might watch them all run up on a n-gga and put the cutter to his throat
off that good drank wit’ thе xanax, got a n-gga really movin’ slow
run up and shoot a n-gga in the head, makе a n-gga bend over like a ho
if i pull the cash out on this b-tch,1 i know she gon’ bend over like a ho
that b-tch might smoke on a n-gga weed, but she got the dirty lips of a ho
make a b-tch put her lips on my d-ck, she have to go do the same to my bro
i’m insane just like my bro, i’m insane if you let me know
i went insane, n-gga, punch your brain, n-gga, if you f-ckin’ ’round wit’ the bros
pop me a perc, but i’m fightin’ back, i’m in this b-tch, goin’ toe to toe
in this b-tch goin’ toe to toe wit’ the opps n-ggas, finna up the score
and my white b-tch sniffed coke too hard, she d-mn near broke her nose
and that n-gga don’t smoke like me, he smelled the za and it twist his nose
she suck d-ck like a p-rnstar, she got a n-gga curlin’ at the toes
i’m chillin’, n-gga, wit’ my woes
i’ll die, n-gga, for my woe
i’ll slide, n-gga, for my woe
i’ll cry, n-gga, for my woe
for my woe, for my woes
for my woes, for my woes
[chorus: xaversobased]
my woe, my woe
my woe, my woe
my woe, my woe
my woe, my woe
my woe, my woe
my woe, my woe
my woe, my woe

[verse 2: xaviersobased]
f-ck that b-tch, yeah, f-ck that b-tch
pull up in that f-ckin’ sh-t
f-ck that b-tch, f-ck that sh-t
opps run down, i’ma split his wig
had come days, yeah, i been in the crib ’cause i been feelin’ sick
she told me when she smoke on that blunt she got some silly sh-t
money on me, i get plenty, b-tch
n-ggas talkin’ down, i’m sendin’ sh-t
he wanna flex money, i’ll take that sh-t
her back i might break that sh-t
i’m tryna get this cake, that dip
i’m just tryna get cake, that dip
one chance, i’ma take that risk
you talkin’ down, boy you’s a b-tch
i be h-lla flexed up, woah
i be in this b-tch like woah
b-tch, i’m gettin’ money and i’m f-ckin’ ho’s
i be gettin’ checks, h-lla bands, i’m in the store
walked up in the party-

- bloody taisiegel

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