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letra de bologna - cacity

[chorus: cacity]
i swear, all of you b-tches below me
if i died, i got bored from the growing
four carats on my neck and it’s snowing
[?] b-tch, i am [?]
your squad not elite, it’s baloney
when i press delete, they gon’ owe me
and all of these b-tches, they blow me
she wanted the d-ck, now she know me (ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
my chopper too sick, [?]

[verse 1: cacity]
uhh
hundred bands, they got hundred fans
they gon’ [?] up
when i come again
b-tch, i’m with her mans [?]
he gon’ [?]
dominating b-tch, i let her f-ck
if she got the hands
cut thе paying sh-t, i don’t got luck
b-tch, i got a gun
b-tch [?], what?
think you coolin’ man?
once i get the [?]
sipping drank, that’s my purplе stank
walking in the [?], double cup
whipped me in a trance
[chorus: cacity]
all of you b-tches below me
if i died, i got bored from the growing
four carats on my neck and it’s snowing
[?] b-tch, i am [?]
your squad not elite, it’s baloney
when i press delete, they gon’ owe me
and all of these b-tches, they blow me
she wanted the d-ck, now she know me (ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
my chopper too sick, [?]

[verse 2: ssj daki & issbrokie]
da-da-d-mn, it’s some fools again
we laughing, making bands
shooters ran, make him levitate, he in that ceiling fan
i’m with my clan
it’s the karma clique
he talking, get him, blam
don’t need no plan
chopper make him dance, he hit that running man
run it up, [?]
wish that boy would die a b-tch
i feel like guts, i’m the wildest
b-tch, i love the violence
b-tch i got rocks on my f-cking wrist
they look like vitamins
nah, i don’t trust, barely love a b-tch
i’m only hugging sticks
[?] b-st-rd
all of the sh-t you dropping is wack, nerd
all these rappers be doing the same sh-t
[?] some actors
want a movie? then look at my cast first
b-tch it’s karmamøb, look what the track worth
if he talking, we flippin’ him backwards
[?], i’m coming with blasters
getting money, that’s my dream
i can’t stop, it’s like a f-cking obsession
i’m adding holes up in his face, i’m finna send him to heaven
he yelling “hey!” when the mob is at his door with the weapon
[?]
you rappers need you some lessons, b-tch
[verse 3: issbrokie]
bleh
it’s the chick with the kick-ass flows
yo’ b-tch [?], like a tic-tac-toe
i really step up on a rap if he diss my bros
i’m getting pack—, getting pack—, getting pack—
getting packing if any rapper wanna talk sh-t
pull up to his office, i’m tryna get toxic
getting beat by his b-tch hands, like boxing
if you ain’t [?] b-tch [?] is talking
ayy, b-tch, look at my fit
you couldn’t afford this, you couldn’t afford sh-t
i’m f-cking yo’ wh0re, b-tch
i’m deeper than gorejit
and i know yo’ b-tch tryna hit it, she know i’ve been trying to hit it
she throw up my whole d-ck
i’m [?] and i’m really demonic
i’m really viscious, you want me?
[?], b-tch
beat to submission, issbrokie
[?]
[?] like, ayy
top of the morning!
i got too many b-tches who think i was mormon, huh
b-b-b-tch i got blood on my forces (b—)
might take a quick walk on these jordans, huh
hol’ up, [?]
d-mn, i’m the best rapper [?], look at my notepad
you need a forklift
“let’s make a hit today”
i was recording it
[?]
brokie got a boulder, [?] yo’ b-tch now
i-i-i just made twenty bands from my house
yeah, i just made twenty bands from my mouth
i feel like i’m [?], what now?
issbrokie too goated, what i can’t doubt
b-tch, i got drip, yo’ ass finna drown
[?]
[chorus: cacity & issbrokie]
all of you b-tches below me (issbrokie!)
if i died, i got bored from the growing
four carats on my neck and it’s snowing (yeah)
[?] b-tch, i am [?]
your squad not elite, it’s baloney
when i press delete, they gon’ owe me
and all of these b-tches, they blow me
she wanted the d-ck, now she know me (ha-ha-ha!)
my chopper too sick, [?]

- cacity

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