letra de facetime - death classic
[intro]
-lotta, way weirdos around here
sayda ain’t no joke, n-gga
i know, i shouldn’t ask you to come in either
[?] carjack, she wanna be the boss-
[chorus: death classic]
smoke a blunt, put it on facetime yeah
switch up my blade at the same time yeah
i know i can’t go and make time yeah
falling asleep in the daytime yeah
in the whip, we goin’ ‘cross time yeah
finna chip, getting a 3.5 yeah
now [?] smoke like a warcrime yeah
aks and shotguns we all time yeah
we let off shots and we watch y’all run
gotta few pots now i’m almost done
i’m doing this sh-t for money and fun
you know you thinking that you funny, you bum
you know [?] funny, you not
i been up drinking, my liver be hot
that boy he be sprinting right up to the lot
told him, go link him right up at the spot
[verse 1: death classic]
tryna go sleep but i’m sick
i found out that you a pr-ck
you tryna go hop on my d-ck
but i found out you want rick
don’t know which one you gon’ pick
your ass removing i switch
run up on you, you gon snitch
cuz i know your ass a b-tch
run up on you, you gon’ fold
you ain’t got that under control
i bought a zip that i sold
look at the blunts that i rolled
your ass ain’t even that old
feelin’ like this case closed
this sh-t is what i hold
f-ck off, you tryna be bold
[verse 2: ohcris!]
[?] a li’ hoe
f-ck on that lil’ hoe and then i put my d-ck in her throat
smoking on all of that dough
walk up in your door
walk up at your show
keep that f-ckin’ pole on me i’m never down to [?]
2 glock [?] 4 5 on me, i point it at your nose (terrorist-)
[?] 4 5 bands on me, i spend it all on chrome
rocking vetements, rock expensive clothes
yeah i got hoes [?]
can’t f-ck with you [?] huh
pouring up some fours huh
smoking a [?] huh
keep 4, 5 kilos on me b-tch i’m smoking that up with that dope
[?]
strangle that b-tch like my name is homer simpson and she bart
[?]
[?] on me [?]
[?]
you always promise all this sh-t, but you never f-cking show enough
pheewwww
[chorus: death classic]
smoke a blunt, put it on facetime yeah
switch up my blade at the same time yeah
i know i can’t go and make time yeah
falling asleep in the daytime yeah
in the whip, we goin’ ‘cross time yeah
finna chip, getting a 3.5 yeah
now [?] smoke like a warcrime yeah
aks and shotguns we all time yeah
we let off shots and we watch y’all run
gotta few pots now i’m almost done
i’m doing this sh-t for money and fun
you know you thinking that you funny, you bum
you know [?] funny, you not
i been up drinking, my liver be hot
that boy he be sprinting right up to the lot
told him, go link him right up at the spot
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