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letra de cj - dee aura

[intro]
captaincrunch presents!
[?]
oh my god, i love dee now
uh
uh

[chorus: dee aura]
if we got beef, only need me a second
stuffin’ the clip on my glock and it stretchin’
sippin’ on tec and it’s kickin’ us, attackin’
scratching your head and you broke and you stressin’
f-cking that b-tch and i’m f-cking her bestfriend
trappin’, i’m trappin’, i take it and get it
bro got life ’cause he ain’t see the winners
uh, stuck in the kitchen, they think that i’m whippin’
he don’t sip, so you know i’ma hit it
feel like i’m cj, stay on a mission
i don’t play ball, but i will for my pivot
pew, pew, bro said “hit ’em”
d-ck in her mouth and i knock out her wisdom
trap out the tele like this a [?]

[verse 1: dee aura]
keep that stick, now my leg limping
this not rugby, words don’t kick ’em
oh, that’s a opp? always wanna go get ’em
on a red carpet ’cause i ain’t cripping, uh
[chorus: dee aura]
if we got beef, only need me a second
stuffin’ the clip on my glock and it stretchin’
sippin’ on tec and it’s kickin’ us, attackin’
scratching your head and you broke and you stressin’
f-cking that b-tch and i’m f-cking her bestfriend
trappin’, i’m trappin’, i take it and get it
bro got life ’cause he ain’t see the winners
uh, stuck in the kitchen, they think that i’m whippin’
he don’t sip, so you know i’ma hit it
feel like i’m cj, stay on a mission
i don’t play ball, but i will for my pivot
pew, pew, bro said “hit ’em”
d-ck in her mouth and i knock out her wisdom
trap out the tele like this a [?]

[verse 2: caspr]
[?] make me sick
b-tch, i’m young, cute and i’m rich
he steal all my swag, told me that she want my d-ck (oh)
i been wicked, yeah, that sh-t get wicked
i pop lots of pills, i got perc addiction
and they trash talk, trash talk, smoking midget
b-tch, i’m flexed out, flexed out, counting digits (uh)
b-tch, i’m high off all these drugs
never really gave a f-ck
[?] four seats, you know why i ain’t working out
i feel like a demon off a 30, i’m on dirty drugs
take your heart and take your life
they don’t like to play with us
[chorus: dee aura]
if we got beef, only need me a second
stuffin’ the clip on my glock and it stretchin’
sippin’ on tec and it’s kickin’ us, attackin’
scratching your head and you broke and you stressin’
f-cking that b-tch and i’m f-cking her bestfriend
trappin’, i’m trappin’, i take it and get it
bro got life ’cause he ain’t see the winners
uh, stuck in the kitchen, they think that i’m whippin’
he don’t sip, so you know i’ma hit it
feel like i’m cj, stay on a mission
i don’t play ball, but i will for my pivot
pew, pew, bro said “hit ’em”
d-ck in her mouth and i knock out her wisdom
trap out the tele like this a [?]

- dee aura

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