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letra de byron - brezden

[intro]
what we doin’ in coney island, khalid?
real sh-t, we keep it real
f-ck ya life! bing bong

[chorus]
ayy, ayy, raisin’ the price of the gas like byron
my boys in the street, y’ain’t know that they wildin’
baby, i miss you, come to coney island
hey, hey, baby
wait, let me take you to dinner
see that he fake, yeah, i know he a pretender
i’m really winnin’, you not a contender
i’m [?] my chicken, ain’t talkin’ ’bout tender
breath of a president push the agenda
i’m in her throat to avoid a placenta
[?], you fakin’ a [?]
pray to allah, i’m still a sinner
i’m like voilà, now your chain is missin’
nevermind you can have it, it don’t even glisten
when you drop some music, they don’t even listen

[interlude]
ayo, we got byren’s car wash live from coney island
are you vaccinated? yes sir
i was feelin’ thirsty, yo’ mom gave me a gallon of henny to quench that, you hear’?
he had too many shots
you want a shot? (oh)
[verse 2]
oh, you want a shot? (glrrrah), well, lil’ b-tch, we’re handin’ ’em out
when i’m steppin’ out, they got cameras out
i’m moppin’ ’em up like a janitor now
[?] her jaw, i damage her mouth
you can get hit just for standin’ around
shoot at their bullets, gon’ stand on a mound
i got anxiety, don’t stand in crowds
you’ll lose your best sh-t against my worst
i’m sippin’ on hen’, it’s quenchin’ my thirst
hit a l!ck on a granny, i’m sellin’ her purse
i need me a bow if you want you a verse
one leg in the air, i hit her like dirk

[interlude]
ayo, ariana grande, wassup mamá?
come to coney island, take a spin on the cyclone (yurr)
i miss you

[verse 3]
baby, come back, i miss you
uncy got dog, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout shih tzu
check cold as f-ck, got this b-tch out a igloo
can’t leave the house ‘less i’m packin’ a pistol
i’m the number one pick, you are a [?]
got d for these b-tches like davion mitch-ll
i’m really sick in this b-tch, need a tissue
she wanna f-ck, [?] tell her to [?]
yeah, b-tch
and he did it with the yellow foams on
got a cold heart, i got chrome on
beat her up ’cause this b-tch put my song on
you a d-ck rider, you need some pom-poms
and your b-tch hit me up for some long dong
i be kickin’ sh-t like we in hong kong
take a hit from that motherf-ckin’ [?]
[-wheezes-] sh-t, d-mn, that b-tch hittin’ for real
i’m a big ticket, worth more than a mill’
smokin’ on diesel, ain’t talkin’ shaquille
[outro]
what do you want to tell joe byron right now
wassup, baby? take me out to dinner
ayo

- brezden

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