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letra de protégés - chrisdarko

yeah, she call me f-cking ace
cause my pretty n-gga face
yeah, i swear she want a taste
mac-11s, drums, ak’s
for my f-cking protégés
don’t want no sons, don’t want babies

i’m coming over for the teaser
dancing on me, like she tisa
told her baby, hold my heater
she tryna finesse me for the visa
i swear this money grow on trees, yuh
get your wifey, she a treesha
i hit her in a lil’ wifebeater
you know the motto, love no skeezer

suppressor on it, hear the sneezе
i got a new pack of white tees
you bettеr not get no blood on these
dirty defenders, double b’s

that n-gga got some blood on those
where he went, n0body knows
had me bent, we put in holes

fmg-9 put in work
yeah, we hit him where it hurt
she tryna hold me
she wanna know me
all this money, i’m stark tony
she wanna ride me like i’m coney
she getting high hopes just like joji
all this drank, i need a floatie
throwing shots just like i’m kobe
she suck the c-ck, same way she told me
she slimmy thick but she not bony

this semi hit you and your shorty
cause the semi holding thirty
when i get high, i pour the fourty
cause these beans keep f-cking hurting

mac-11s, glocks, and switches
rip through motherf-ckin’ dentures
i’m a doctor, i’m a dentist

i’m going ape, i go bananas
she said she want them bape pajamas
them sh-ts came in, straight from atlanta

just took flight to nyc
why these b-tches all on me
no i can’t go, not for free
pushin p’s up in this jeep
i pipe her down, hoe, that’s a leak
no this not wrangler, this alyx
told her, don’t mess up my jeans
girl, i like expensive things
hop out the whip, he gone
why dis b-tch trippin all up on my phone
she better watch her tongue
sh-t could chopped off like nun
rude got a brand new gun
life’s a game, b-tch, have some fun

if i was you, wouldn’t know what to do
probably shoot myself in the back of the coupe
b-tch tryna f-ck, ok, cool
old ass hoe but she act brand new
old ass stick, still shoot at you
imma rip the clip til that b-tch can’t shoot

imma shoot that b-tch, till the sh-t cl!ck, cl!ck
she suck my d-ck, give me spitty, spit, spit
tryna hype me up, told that b-tch take a fl!ck
say pipe me up, so i gave her the d-ck

rgo, till i go in a box
jump out the house
i’m popping these rocks
bullets, size of tater tot’s
they giving you holes, not giving you knots
i’m in the cut with your lil’ thot
yeah, she gas me up a lot
and she call me f-cking ace
cause my pretty n-gga face
yeah, i swear she want a taste
mac-11s, drums, ak’s
for my f-cking protégés
don’t want no sons, don’t want babies

i’m coming over for the teaser
dancing on me, like she tisa
told her baby, hold my heater
she tryna finesse me for the visa

yeah, oh yeah
let’s go
pour the 4
i’m off the drank
i need some more

- chrisdarko

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