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letra de compilation - c dot castro & j. plaza

[verse 1: j. plaza]
back outside, back on the road
broke up with my b-tch, i’m back on these hoes
i hit a l!ck, gave half to my bro
shh, keep that on the low
back in the kitchen, i’m back on the stove
was serving out packs, now i pack out the show

[verse 2: c dot castro]
ayy, just gave her d-ck, now she’s askin’ for more
ooh, she a nasty lil ho
i thought she was a catch, i was actually throat
plus her head light like the calories low
i stay plugged in like the battery low
they act like they do, they don’t actually know
i’m staying on point as far as accuracy goes
casually k!llin’, that’s a casualty ho

[verse 3: j. plaza]
what’s she mad at me for?
stay dreamin’ but i never rest
all my n-ggas demons but we still blеssed

got that b-tch shakin’ like she got tourettes
tear that p-ssy up, i leave it distressed
now she’s stressed (now she’s stressed)
she blowin’ up my phone, i ain’t tryna text (nah)
b-tch, say less
[verse 4: c dot castro]
you might learn a lesson from me
i could be a professor professionally
they sleeping on me, now they resting in peace
now they dead and deceased, i ain’t planned on k!llin’ ’em
it was second degree, make your year salary in less than a week
time is money, then your life is a second to me
i’ll never be nothing less than a g
even though we playing chess, this sh-t is just checkers to me
these n-ggas acting deaf but i know that they can hear me most definitely
blind to the fact i’m the one that they never could see
food for thought, this a delicacy
make ’em move a thought, this sh-t telekinesis
when you get caught you go tell the police

[verse 5: j. plaza]
i’m a dog, you try to pet i leave you petrified
b-tch, i’m young forever, i swear i’ma never die
if apocalypse ever happen, i would survive
and hit a zombie b-tch from the back and make her say “bahhh”

[verse 6: j. plaza & c dot castro]
f-ck all the conversation, show me action
that’s the only confirmation
why you acting like this sh-t is complicated
why you calling me “bro, bro?” we not related
i got so many hoes, it’s a compilation
i been all on the low, being calm and patient
now the boy ’bout to blow, b-tch, i’m armed and dangerous
[verse 7: j. plaza]
let me f-ck this thing up

walk around the club, lookin’ for some danger
if a n-gga tried me, i’ma up the banger
shots are ringin’, drop him like hot potato
i could make a opp call the operator

[verse 8: c dot castro & j. plaza]
ayy, i’m quick to bang on a b-tch
where is you at if you ain’t on my d-ck?
you won’t get in if you ain’t on the list
she just got shocked like i tased the b-tch
you f-cked up the vibe, now i’m [?]
bought some more hoes, now we ravin’ and sh-t
hold up, wait, that ain’t make sense

[outro: c dot castro & j. plaza]

- c dot castro j plaza

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