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letra de charged up - brokeasf

[chorus]
no cap, big straps, get clapped, b-tch
you know what it is, why you tryna get me down?
they know what we did, they ain’t slid, they just rap
had to nut all in that b-tch before some up, ain’t leave a trail
he pillow talkin’, but i bet i make him take a f-ckin’ nap
b-tch i came up hittin’ l!cks, i was a jit up in the trap
and i heard that n-gga dissin’, they don’t listen, ’cause he cr-p
and i better not catch him slippin’ or i’mma hit him with the strap

[verse 1]
b-tch, i’mma rock out with my guitar
i’mma shoot a f-ck n-gga, like a f-ckin’ shooting star
ya’ll better watch how ya’ll be moving
’cause we quick to shoot at cars
and i don’t really give a f-ck, i pop her p-ssy like a bop
b-tch!
b-tch, i’m charged up
and i don’t give a f-ck, and
she talking ’bout relations, lil’ b-tch, i’m just tryna f-ck
b-tch, all i want is bucks, b-tch
i don’t want the lorе
and he only talkin’ crazy ’cause he out thе f-ckin’ drawers
yeah, he actin’ like a thug
step on him, just like a bug, and
yeah, she suck my d-ck, she spit my nut out on your roll, yeah
yeah, that b-tch a knack, look
ate it like a snack, and i don’t really give a f-ck
i took his sh-t, i took his pack, and
and my pockets fat, look
up, and you get jacked, b-tch
better give it up or i’mma blow your f-ckin’ hat, b-tch
block her ’cause she catfish
up it, it go blatt, b-tch
pull up to your house and leave your brains on the mat, b-tch
[chorus]
no cap, big straps, get clapped, b-tch
you know what it is, why you tryna get me down?
they know what we did, they ain’t slid, they just rap
had to nut all in that b-tch before some up, ain’t leave a trail
he pillow talkin’, but i bet i make him take a f-ckin’ nap
b-tch i came up hittin’ l!cks, i was a jit up in the trap
and i heard that n-gga dissin’, they don’t listen, ’cause he cr-p
and i better not catch him slippin’ or i’mma hit him with the strap

[verse 2]
i just bought another glizzy
i put 33 up in it
if it’s up then b-tch, let me know
’cause every night, we spendin’
send them smackers on a mission
make them stop your ass from livin’
hollow tips up in your liver, catch you ass and hit your tandem
better yet, i crack your million
i want 14 in a felon
i put d-ck up in her belly, blocked that b-tch, just ’cause she petty
and that lil’ b-tch say she pretty, but you know i ain’t her daddy
i don’t really give a f-ck
won’t chase a b-tch, ’cause i won’t fit it

- brokeasf

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