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letra de squad wipe - dave blunts

[intro]
ran up my bag for real
dropped out of school and i ran up my bag for real
yeah
they know i dropped out of school and i run up my money
i ran up my bag for real
yeah

[chorus]
they know i dropped out of school and i run up my money
i ran up my bag for real
i f-cked your b-tch from the back and she steady be running
i told her to hold it still
i put codeine in my fanta
she sit on my lap like santa
twothree said he get money, that sh-t so funny, should go do standup
i’ll beat the f-ck out my b-tch if she ever try tell me that she f-cked another dude
all of my b-tches, they listen, they stay in the kitchen, they do what i tell them to do
i know these n-ggas, they plot on me
they know i ride with that [?] on me
i f-cked your b-tch and she swallow me
she eat me up like some collard greens

[verse]
she love the way that i play with the cat
i love the way that she throwin’ it back
she keep on [?] and her p-ssy, i’m having an asthma attack
i got your b-tch, n-ggas, come get her back
told that boy shoey to go get a bag
i’m ftbz, no i’m not dc, i cannot save your life, superman
that n- twothree countin’ up [?] i do what i want and he do what he can
i told fazo i wouldn’t f-ck on his b-tch anymore and i did it again
twothree really tried flexin’ on me with some money [?]
i’m with some white b-tches and they steady snorting powder
shoey on that [?] fortnite for eight hours
double up my cup and then i tilt it just like towers
there’s .30 on my hip, will f-ck your cousin like a [?]
look at my neck and see [?]
i put my s-m-n all in her t–th
i put a bill cosby inside of my drink, ha
i know these n-ggass, they hate on me
i know your b-tch want a taste of me
too bad i don’t got a cape on me
[chorus]
they know i dropped out of school and i run up my money
i ran up my bag for real
i f-cked your b-tch from the back and she steady be running
i told her to hold it still
i put codeine in my fanta
she sit on my lap like santa
twothree said he get money, that sh-t so funny, should go do standup
i’ll beat the f-ck out my b-tch if she ever try tell me that she f-cked another dude
all of my b-tches, they listen, they stay in the kitchen, they do what i tell them to do
i know these n-ggas, they plot on me
they know i ride with that [?] on me
i f-cked your b-tch and she swallow me
she eat me up like some collard greens

- dave blunts

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