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letra de statik - cftb liik

lets go x2
aye x4
i got the stick in the store
aye x4
i keep a stick and a pole
let’s go
aye x2
cftb
cftb in this b-tch

liik

n—- want smoke, well i’m bringing static
want him in blunt so his face i can ash it
yo b—- who? sorry done had it
her neck kinda average, won’t speak on her matters
aye gang
i’m the same, you a lame, we can’t hang
she shaking a– let her through the door
might leave with you b—- keep your eyes on your h–
don’t trust s— so that iron be low
yo block look amenic, pull up with them heaters
i’m slinging remotes, turn up it’s too low
i’m staying as long as it take, find the channel
stepped in a chevy pulled off in a jag
and i’m bout to add a d— on the glock for you f—
you say that you stepping well let’s check the facts
just do it like nike, these bullets is different
switch it up imma hypebeast
gang don’t give a f— who don’t like me
plain ap, new rollie or icy aye
bullets you catch tyreek aye
bullets you catch like tyreek hill
know some young wild n—- tryna catch them a k!ll
your momma can’t kiss you don’t know where yo face at
the doctors couldn’t save you don’t know how to take that
pull up wit them pencils, your house we erase that
try to get close, your heart i might break that b—-
say aye where they plate at
aye x2
say aye where they plate at
gang, aye x2
need a fork and a stove
the south made me n—-
only few will get choose
pulled off with your h–
i want you to know
she started off skinny, then bought her some a–
her face i get plenty, from the back when i smash
23 on my feet
versace my waist
lil boy i dont play
f—- over his dread turned it to a fade
we slinging them d— no boy we ain’t g–
we sending a blitz yeah madden we play
3k for new tennis
might buy me a chain
got a new h– wait maybe the same
just hope she don’t change
but her titties got bigger
she eat up the d— up
she ain’t worried about dinner
still hopping out sprinters
big trel get at em
using revolvers, them .357
gotta .45 that’s 1911
2 23’s is what send you to heaven
knock out his bones need a bag not stretcher
just copped a new chevy while blowing on gas
diesel my fluid the s— i won’t pass
talk on computers,we find the address
lil fredo a shooter
he don’t need no mask
my younging will blast
he shoot with no aim
but score when it’s pressure
he thinking he james
his face rearranged, sh-t starting to change
don’t f— with you lames
you n-ggas is fake
rats, mice
your b—- giving face, wet nice
pull up in all white nike’s
riding in ford but i want me a foreign
pretty little b—- i think that she foreign
i’m sending a blitz and you know that i’m scoring
don’t knock on my trap that s— set off alarms
oh d—
that was your twin
bring a best friend and we getting it in
promised myself that i’m gon see a m
he 803 and i’m 662
get hit with them jackets them hollows too
don’t f— with the vibes, then f— your oblige
f—— your b—- and you kissed her goodbye
you thought she was yours, but a thot in disguise
lost so much family, they up in the skies
but back to the work
yeah i’m a soul still doing my dirt
you threatening in comments, put him on a shirt
trel got a bunny, up it she twerk
aim at his waist, hit him where it hurts
you want it again, your block we’ll spin
we on that all night lurk
you out wit your broad we take it that far
leaving your brains up all on her shirt
and then do the dash
if 12 get behind me it must be the gas
but still imma mash

- cftb liik

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