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letra de 405 nightmare - diamondsonmydick

[hook: diamondsonmyd-ck]
(let’s rock)
d-mn, pull up [?]
i got that pack and that’s it, ayy
run that sh-t back, uh, yeah (what? what?)
i got that pack (i got that, b-tch)
i got that mac, d-mn
pull up in [?], uh, yeah
i got that sack, uh, d-mn
shoot off your [?], uh
pull up maybach, pull up with slatt
i got your b-tch all on my d-ck (slatt)
i pull up in [?] then hit from the back
he f-ck with my slatt, he get whacked (b-tch)
i pull up in foreign, forgiatos all black
n-gga, you p-ssy, we know you just cap
i juug a f-ck n-gga then [?]
i cast a love spell, f-ck that b-tch in the…

[intro: diamondsonmyd-ck]
(h-llo)
d-mn, d-mn, uh
uh
blood rain boys in this b-tch, man
reptilian club boyz, p-ssy
slatt, slatt (heaven or h-ll, let’s rock)
[verse 1: diamondsonmyd-ck]
d-mn, pull up [?]
i got that pack and that’s it, ayy
run that sh-t back, uh, yeah (what? what?)
i got that pack (i got that, b-tch)
i got that mac, d-mn
pull up in [?], uh, yeah
i got that sack, uh, d-mn
shoot off your [?], uh
pull up maybach, pull up with slatt
i got your b-tch all on my d-ck (slatt)
i pull up in [?] then hit from the back
he f-ck with my slatt, he get whacked (b-tch)
i pull up in foreign, forgiatos all black
n-gga, you p-ssy, we know you just cap
i juug a f-ck n-gga then [?]
i cast a love spell, f-ck that b-tch in the trap
i mix the blood with the act’, slatt (b-tch)
pretty boy demon, she ain’t know how to act (slatt, slatt, slatt)
smoking this gas, b-tch, i [?]
pretty boy demon got goons [?] (yeah)
pretty boy demon, true jeans with them racks (yeah)
these goofy lil’ n-ggas, they going out sad
[?] demon with stick, now he got a toe tag
[?] coupe and it got paper tag
you run with my drip, n-gga, i am your dad (yeah, yeah)
i heard your mixtape, n-gga, that sh-t was trash (huh?)
can’t f-ck with these b-tches, all they do is nag
he got a trip on him but never gon’ blast (d-mn)
i f-cked your b-tch face, now i’m making her gag
f-ck going out sad, i need a extra mag
i don’t need a gun, b-tch, i’ll beat your ass (b-tch)
say he want smoke, n-gga, where you at? (b-tch)
[verse 2: nolanberollin]
uh, uh
don’t want smoke unless my friends say it’s up
pull up [?]
[?] same color as coke
bad b-tch [?]
your b-tch only know how to [?]
ten percs, man, that’s [?]
these n-ggas [?]
two sticks, i’m a console
all this drip, i’m a poncho
number (n)ine, i’m rondo
condoms in the condo
i need to get it pr-nto
[?] and i just [?]
i’m sipping on henny, i don’t do the [?]
he said he want [?] so we sent him some [?]

- diamondsonmydick

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