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letra de freddie vs. jason - daboii

[intro]
uh huh, this is where that sh-t get scary n-gga
this where sh-t get terrifying
yeah, it’s raining, it’s pouring, the old man is
yeah, you know the rest n-gga
f-ck wrong wit’ a n-gga, n-gga?
sob sh-t b-tch
ywn sh-t b-tch
f-ck wrong wit’ a n-gga?
i don’t know what the f-ck these n-ggas thought but i’m finna let ’em know
b-tch, take ya head out your mothaf-ckin’ ass
and get you a n-gga with some mothaf-ckin’ class b-tch
yeah n-gga i talk that p sh-t, yeah i really be on that sob sh-t though
f-ck wrong wit’ a b-tch? huh? two hunned b-tch, huh
this sh-t serious n-gga, i wouldn’t lie to you n-gga
this sh-t like a scary movie or something
like a scary series or something n-gga
freddie vs jason type sh-t, here i go

[verse]
naw i ain’t squashing sh-t, n-gga f-ck that
it be times i wake up and be like, “f-ck rap”
i showed n-ggas love, got no love back
bullets flying out the, make ’em jump jack
every n-gga with me shoot we the dream team
n-gga this is not a flash, this a green beam
i got money on my mind, n-gga ching ching
big draco’s, n-gga stinc team
i could make her bust it open on the first date
i tote big ass choppas, make the earth shake
been taking n-gga’s b-tches since the third grade
free my baby janky mitchy out the bird cage
we was tied fourth quarter, this the overtime
n-gga watch yo mans, they be showing signs
glock gotta stay with me keep my bros from crying
everything i say two hundred, this sh-t more than rhymes (this sh-t real)
this where this sh-t get terrifying
if i don’t put ’em in the dirt (hip hop, hip hop), i bet i’ll paralyze ’em
let my nuts hang anywhere, no i don’t fear n0body
oh we went to school together? i ain’t recognize ’em (real)
f-ck with n-ggas from a distance, don’t get close to me
two n-ggas run up on daboii i’ll leave ’em both deceased
b-tch it’s the lion of the jungle, what’s a goat to me?
if you don’t wanna lose the race then n-gga don’t compete
i got the trophy in my hands, i’m going home with this
ask me where i get this from, like i stole the sh-t
b-tch ask me for some head, i’m like, “you joking b-tch”
i had thought that you was drunk but naw you loaded b-tch
i ain’t gotta c-ck it back, yeah my sh-t loaded b-tch
us against them p-ssy n-ggas, who you rolling with?
boiling my chain up in hot water so the golds’ll hit
vlone on my body turn my back b-tch take a motion pic
i was gon’ end the song 12 bars ago, perky kicking in
heard the whole cl!ck tryna blow the team, let them b-tches in
i ain’t coming out today brodie bro, yeah i’m wit’ the kids
talking ’bout how it’s a four up in your twenty, b-tch you sippin’ tris
baby said she wanna build with me, i ain’t no architect
forty pointers in my buffy-uffs, cost a arm and leg
baby play your roll
you n-ggas ’bout two seasons late, i got the latest on
i don’t got no open cases, all my cases closed
granny ask me how her baby been, said, “you would hate to know”
you ain’t really ’bout what n-ggas claiming, what you faking for?
if we peep some squares up in the circle, we reshaping those
yeah i could spit a million bars, i ain’t no rapper though
acting different on these b-tches, ain’t no actor though
it get cold up in that summer, throw your jacket on
ain’t gonna be aiming at no feet when we start tagging toes
b-tch
[outro]
hip hop, hip hop, hip hop

- daboii

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