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letra de red - cujo

[verse 1]

cujo on the run
they gon’ use a gun
quick and then its done
they k!ll anyone
i had dreams like this, since my life begun
i don’t give a f-ck bout sh-t i light a blunt
heard something bout b-tch she f-cked up
whole squad smashed now i’m done bruh
don’t worry bout i’m on the come up
seeing things for what it is you stuck huh
face wood here right at the crib
cut her off cus’ other n-gg-s h-t
in a hole for my self ima dig
then i let the smoke flow right out my ribs
they be callin’ dibs on b-tches while i’m sitting home
love when i get to smoke alone
can’t believe the sh-t i see upon my phone
i be sh-tting on f-ckin’ everyone

[verse 2]

people say i’m underrated
hate it
when they talkin’ placement
i just f-ckin’ make sh-t
i’m just chasing payment
don’t hear what they saying
all this p-ssy devil all these hoes is satan
i be smokin in the f-ckin alleyway
cujo need at least a blunt a day
other rappers can’t retaliate
i ain’t sh-t from lewi where i came

[verse 3]

everybody just a b-tch i’ve had enough man get a little difficult and then is done with
i would not be human if i had one wish this sh-t sucks d-ck it’s some f-ck sh-t
got a brokeboy on street he running
momma bout to lose a f-ckin son b-tch
every week some blunts i smoke a dozen
blowin up but cujo feel like nothing
n-gg- try me on the f-ckin street
that’s the last day he gonna see
got some clout and p-ss-es want a piece
hack them up and now i have a feast

- cujo

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