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letra de feel like tron - brezden

[intro]
“sh-t, make sure it ain’t on safety, man
so we can get the f-ck up outta here
man, glocks don’t have no f-ckin’ safety”
they don’t have no f-ckin’ safety, idiot
i’ma say it everytime
yeah, huh
back again, talkin’ sh-t, i feel like-
huh, yeah
back again, talkin’-
okay

[verse]
back again, talkin’ sh-t, i feel like tron
give a b-tch a ball, hit the shuffle, i feel like juan
if he tough, give him shots like i’m lil jon
i got up the tint with the glock like my name shaun
ir test to the gang like my name ron
in the ring, i’m a king like my name don
b-tch, i’m all about my green like i’m draymond
i get all up in her spleen, she like, “hang on”
b-tch, i’m don juan, smack a b-tch with my ring on
huh, sippin’ lean, fell asleep, rick sanchez
bad b-tch with me, and she rudy like fernández
huh, i told a b-tch i’m gone forever like hernandez
boy, you not a boss, you be doin’ what that man says
i heard you got kicked out your city, you can’t go back
they heard that i keep a shooter with me, steve novak
b-tch, i’m in my prime right now, f-ck a throwback
lot up on my mind right now, where the smoke at?
stuff a three-five in a ‘wood, that’s a reggie lewis
you could never catch me out of bounds, i’m steady movin’
back to back to back, buffalo, he steady losin’
.762’ll make him drop, kamaru usman
summertime, we gon’ drop the top, then start the crusin’ (yeah)
this a fat ‘wood, baby, i don’t do tobacco
boy, you old as h-ll, washed up, joe flacco
my pockets vvw, you f-ckin’ wit’ the fat hoes
get this sh-t alone, i don’t care where the grass grows
no, i ain’t smellin’ what you sellin’ like a bad nose
b-tch, i’m flexin’ on my sons like a dad post
hit him in his sh-t, bobby shmurda, where his hat go?
b-tch, i would go and rob a church if my racks low
[?] einstein, he be whippin’ in a lab coat
reachin’ for a ki’ then i’ma end it on a bad note
[?] water, b-tch, i put in on just like a bath boat
play me on the aux and you should crank it to the max’, ho
what the f-ck these b-tches poppin’ percs and smokin’ blacks for?
ha, uh! you hoes nasty
how you tough on instagram? i seen you get your ass beat
how you praisin’ god? you was sniffin’ coke last week
all these b-tches sl-ts, where the f-ck do y’all dads be?
man, i hope you b-tches get robbed on a backstreet
try to rob me, i make it run like a-, yeah
i mean-, i make it run like a track race
money comin’ fast, back then, i was last place
put it in his mouth, mukbang, how the gat taste?
i done put a f on my belt, that’s a bad waist
when you get a f for yo’ b-tch, that’s a bad phase
[outro]
ahaha, oh my f-ckin’ god, stop playin’ wit’ me
yeah, b-tch
i’m back again, talkin’ sh-t, i feel like tron
b-tch

- brezden

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