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letra de freedom of speech - chanelica

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[verse 1]
i can say what i want
your b-tch is ugly
her man fine and i know he won’t dub me
her n-gga flirting, want more than to hug me
he wanna touch me
he wanna love me

she wanna shoot me, she wanna hunt me
i wanna haunt her, im tryna scare her
i’m trying to spook her out of her mascara
got a white b-tch and i nickname her sarah

i play my cards right and i didn’t use a tarot
wear it, he bought me 24 karats
i’m a bad b-tch, give you something to stare at
say she a bad b-tch, but i wasn’t aware that

ain’t tryna hear that, bad b-tch beware that
seen that she wore that, so i can’t wear that
bae that’s my d-ck so that mean i can’t share that

i cut him off cause i heard he a d-mn rat
i do not like that
i don’t move like that
i am not like that
run up, i fight back
i got the gat and it’s packed in my backpack
i got the gyat and it’s fat, throw that sh-t back
i got the pack and it’s packed in a leaf wrap
these b-tches lack, get whacked, b-tch get back

[verse 2]
i do what i want, and i don’t do no favors
b-tch mad at me, but i’m madder and braver
her n-gga fiendin’, he sniffin’ my flavor
he wanna taste it, he need a lil’ savior
he like my voice, he replayin’ my layers
she tried to jump, but i’m shockin’ like tasers
i got a bl!ck, and i’m stylin’ in razors
goth with the gloss, but i look like a laser

said she a demon, i’m darker than shadows
call me a queen, but i move like a pharaoh
money keep stackin’, my denim is narrow
steppin’ on necks in the rain in a sparrow
mask on my face like i’m ready to scare hoes
mask on my waist, case i run into weirdos
hoe tried to talk, so i aired out her air hoes
don’t even play, i’m the type you don’t dare, hoe

trick on a trick if he sweet like a cherry
rockin’ this margiela, not abercrombie
got me a frenchie, he call me ma chérie
chasin’ my dreams while they chasin’ a fairy
i’m in the cut like a needle, it’s scary
i got the bag and it’s pink like it’s barbie
these b-tches copy, but none of ’em carry
i let it bang and it blow like a car seat

- chanelica

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