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letra de f.u. - claas

[verse 1: claas]
ha! yeah!
i’m on a mission, yeah, ain’t no relaxing now (nah!)
i’m in this b-tch going crazy, i’m out here spazzing out
the bigger i get, the more it seems like they despise me
but sh-t my team is winning so i’m posing like the heisman (come on)
it’s f-ck ’em all now ’cause i don’t like these cats (i don’t like these cats)
i’d say their name but no one knows them like a nike ad (bow)
see these b-tches hate is weak so it might be that (yeah)
they don’t know my name and they’re just hoping that i might react
yeah, it’s tch now, here we go
i’m screaming “b-tch, i am the bomb”, now watch me explode
i got two birds that flip, observe the sh-t a winner does (yeah!)
it’s f-ck me, no f-ck you, now i ain’t get no love
[pre-chorus: claas]
f-ck! (f-ck!) me! (f-ck!)
f-ck! (f-ck!) you! (f-ck!)
f-ck! (f-ck!) me! (f-ck!)
f-ck! (f-ck!) you! (f-ck!)
f-ck! (f-ck!) me! (f-ck!)
f-ck! (f-ck!) you! (f-ck!)
f-ck! (f-ck!) me! (f-ck!)
f-ck! (f-ck!) you! (f-ck!)

[chorus: claas]
yeah! f-ck you!
we ain’t play around with all these n-ggas now (f-ck you!)
put ’em in the ground, i’ll have to dig ’em out (f-ck you!)
if they run their mouth while we walk around
then we gon’ have to show ’em what we talkin’ ’bout (f-ck you!)

[verse 2: underrated]
you need to shut your face, you better pipe down (shut up)
turn the lights out, push stop, and put the mic down (do it)
you think you’re so lit, quick to please a sleazy sl-t (ah haha)
but your verse sounding like sh-t, falling from breezy’s b-tt (yeah)
you think you dope, but h-ll nah, you ain’t nothing fam (nothing)
you hide behind a name and claim that you the f-cking man (haha)
now we gon’ take and k!ll you, ain’t no coming back
i’m running through you, brian bosworth, b-tch i’m bo jack (woo!)
i’m drunk and high and yelling “bow, where the hoes at?” (aye, what’s up)
you’re white as i but somehow you’re acting pro black (what?)
i could’ve screwed your boo but dude she was so fat (uck)
lucky you, ’cause once you go jew, you never go back (woo!)
[pre-chorus: claas]
f-ck! (f-ck!) me! (f-ck!)
f-ck! (f-ck!) you! (f-ck!)
f-ck! (f-ck!) me! (f-ck!)
f-ck! (f-ck!) you! (f-ck!)
f-ck! (f-ck!) me! (f-ck!)
f-ck! (f-ck!) you! (f-ck!)
f-ck! (f-ck!) me! (f-ck!)
f-ck! (f-ck!) you! (f-ck!)

[verse 3: 1ton]
i’ve been in my own lane, been counting money (a little bit)
and most these rap n-ggas lames, always acting funny (lames)
independent, never piggybacks off n0body (n0body)
potluck made it on they own, you better ask somebody (ah)
ain’t got a milli but they feel me when i’m spitting bars (realing)
quit acting silly, try and test me, you ain’t get far (uh uh)
a couple girlies on my team ’cause i’m pimping hard (what up bro?)
i’m in your city like a local still rocking bars (that’s me)
1ton, thank alumni, better know the name (better know it)
the beats bang, we getting high, we a stoner gang
all these haters, they ain’t new to us, they throwing shade (ain’t new)
you never heard the flow? google us, we’ll blow your brains
[pre-chorus: claas]
f-ck! (f-ck!) me! (f-ck!)
f-ck! (f-ck!) you! (f-ck!)
f-ck! (f-ck!) me! (f-ck!)
f-ck! (f-ck!) you! (f-ck!)
f-ck! (f-ck!) me! (f-ck!)
f-ck! (f-ck!) you! (f-ck!)
f-ck! (f-ck!) me! (f-ck!)
f-ck! (f-ck!) you! (f-ck!)

- claas

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