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letra de ​bool (remix) - ​che

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[intro: slump6s]
(fft)
(skrrt)
yeah

[chorus: slump6s]
b-tch wan’ put my name on
shoot sh-t, just like dame, uh-huh
like, fah, fah, this gon’ rain on you
(like, fah, fah, this gon’ rain on you)

[verse 1: slump6s]
this hoe in her mood
b-tch, gon’ take her to cancún, yeah
b-tch came in my room, b-tch give slop, yeah, sh-t was cool, yeah
live my life so bool, i get higher than altitude, yeah
b-tch i, [?], f-ck i look like following some rules, yeah
b-tch, i flex like, oh yeah
racks, just hit, like (racks, just hit, like)
b-tch, i diss at you, yeah
i can’t slip, i got this b-tch on me, man, watch how you move, yeah
who that at your door? yeah, b-tch that me, sh-t look like bool, yeah
yeah, yeah, count them racks up, know that’s me, saw your lil’ hoe choosin’

[verse 2: che]
fn on some fool, yeah
this some hi-tech, not no booze, yeah
this startech on my shoes, yeah
jugg your sh-t, and f-ck your boo’, yeah
all my n-ggas own prada shoes, yeah
suck d-ck, yeah, that’s your wh0re
it’s a rifle in my cooler
and make my main hoe, meet my new one, yeah
them bullets won’t stop, yeah
and all of my sh-t off the stock, yeah, yeah
this margiela, mix with some croc (bow, bow)
i shoot at that n-gga, ha-cha (shoot)
he flexing that money, get robbed
huh, draco, draco, walk in the spot
my money, mega, mega, yeah it’s a lot
he gone, h-lla’, h-lla’, yeah, you gon’ drop
[verse 3: slump6s]
yeah, twin just hit me, said he opened up the shop, yeah
b-tch, i clear your drop, turn your ass s-, let me not, yeah
i got out of school, and then i got straight to this guap, yeah
b-tch, i tote that fn five-seven, sh-t done clear your block—

[verse 4: tana]
[?]
i’m like f-ck it, i make the k pop, yeah, yeah
white b-tch, and she all on my c-ck, yeah, yeah
[?]
and that bih, man, that bih’ getting blocked
they all on my d-ck, tell them get the f-ck off
go outside the picture, he gon’ get cropped
[?]

[verse 5: slump6s]
watch who you miss
f-ck that lil’ b-tch, so disrespectful
top floor sh-t, i feel like jessie
b-tch, i don’t talk, [?]
pockets on crip, don’t represent them
onlyfans b-tch, give me percentage
i run up green, b-tch, i want lettuce
goin’ at him—
[verse 6: tana]
[?] what you saying?
caught him in public, why was he playin’?
heard he was hot, [?]
[?], put him on cam’
[?]
and i run and shoot your ass, and then i shoot it at your ma’am
that .357 go blam

[verse 7: che]
just like some lettuce, b-tch you not [?]
pass me stick, i’m multiplayer
i’m in this b-tch, she tie her hair up
g-g-shock on wrist, get-get off my d-ck
tickle her p-ssy, then, see you later
them n-ggas, so b-tch made, yeah, you a baiter
them bullets go criss, cross, boy keep your head up
these [?] my, [?]
your b-tch on my wrist, uh, playin’ in my hair
she play with the lights off, she want the lights off
no, i don’t mind and, no i don’t care, yeah
make one hundred plays, [?], b-tch
all of this sh-t i do rare, hoe
say, “oh my god”, need a prayer, yeah (grr)
cut a b-tch off, demon slayer, yeah (brr)
b-tch, you better not meet your maker, yeah
i just bool in jamaica, yeah, own a couple in jamaica, yeah (guap, guap)
[chorus: slump6s]
b-tch wan’ put my name on
shoot sh-t, just like dame, uh-huh
like, fah, fah, this gon’ rain you
(like, fah, fah, this gon’ rain on you)

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