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letra de bye bye - damien luci

[hook]
(damien luci)

ay, ay, ay, ay that draco blow you sky-high
better get to ducking ima turn his shirt to tie-dye
copped a drum no 808, that b-tch eat you up like five guys
if this b-tch ain’t get to business then i tell that hoe “bye bye”

[verse 1]

living like it’s gta, i pull him out that black ‘lac
all my sh-t got d-cks, i’m toting 30s like a pressed tab
f-cked his hoe and sent her out, tell ole’ boy take his mess back
i’m one the who don’t know sh-t, you staying where the feds at

think my strap got ocd, yeah it be knocking your bean clean
i be turning the middle of his hoodie to red and he ain’t wеaring supreme
i got them guns straight out of black ops, but my triggеr ain’t no r2
think my fn on the sprectrum how it’s spazzing, i disarm you

stay on go mode if that beep beep, i’m getting money, i got that cheat sheet
i’m getting p-ssy that’s on repeat, i think it’s weird your boy wanna be me
kicking these hoes they wanna love me, nah, they cannot cuff me
ay she sniffing snow, she at my show, your b-tch all in the front seat
i ain’t talking vogue but i got mags, this metal push your forehead back
if i see you out in public, they gon’ blink and there’s the aftermath
i feel like gordon ramsay, i be whipping bricks and dishing sh-t
your boy, he like to talk and now he sleeping where them fishes is

i uppercut the p-ssy’s gut, he coughing blood like “what the f-ck”
he acting tough, i take ‘em like a line of k and cut ‘em up
that 40 tucked, i bang with yac i’m sipping sh-t and smoking stuff
them runtz got me on mars like i don’t even know the f-ck is up

[hook]

[verse 2]
(zotiyac)

i tell that lil’ hoe “bye bye”, i disappear on a b-tch like ta-da
is that your lady? i didn’t know, could have my baby i’m her guy guy (ga-ga)
okay now glock-glock, toting that glock like a baby that’s trying saying “fire” n-gga fye-fye
put that b-tch right up on you and your papa
pop that b-tch right in his head and then popeye
n-gga eat your spinach
i go to work in her mouth everyday she don’t need no dentist
the clip’s extended, n-gga get hit in the head with this b-tch and his sh-t get dented
now that n-gga done, i call up damien like “hit the shot before that n-gga run”
get hit with a ‘hun like atila, yea that’s what you get what you f-ck with a k!lla’ lil’ n-gga

boy that draco blow you sky-high
high enough to hit that n-gga allah with a high-five
b-tches talk too much, all in my ear, i just hear “blah blah”
before we f-ck, first we got high and then i told that little b-tch “bye bye”

- damien luci

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