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letra de computer murderers freestyle - connie diiamond

[intro]
(yo, ybh)
huh

[verse]
i been flexin’ on them hatin’ b-tches
now, they want me dead
i’m went sour, on my gangtsas
i keep one up in the end
i’m a taurus, so you know i’m with the bullsh-t
i see red
when i caught her she was a nervous
she was talkin’ like she’s did that
head tapped
they ain’t want no getback
all them n-ggas fake shootas
all they bullets red cap
ten stacks, g’s on her head, gucci head wrap
p-ssy n-gga
how the heater reason why he spent a pack
oh sh-t, yeah, they still my instagram in motion
b-tches still subbin’ me, eat a frank, ocean
n-ggas still beggin’ me to f-ck, get the lotion, huh
wonder how i do when i drop, no promotion
no kereisha, only f-ckin’ on a rich d-ck, huh
i’m conceited, on my mirror it say “rich b-tch,” huh
i buy my shootas new f&ns when it’s christmas
she got hit up on her chest, but ain’t no tit lift
i wait, hoed up in my city, call me big b-tch
ain’t no way they f-ckin’ with me
they get dismissed
why you think they call me diiamond?
this that big drip
cubans shinin’ on my body, keep my wrist lit
[outro]
p-ssy!
uh, yeah
connie diiamond, mo’f-cka

- connie diiamond

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