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letra de zoey - dirtywonton

[verse 1: dana]
got no whip i’m still speeding
red on red that sh-t bleeding
yeah they say they like my style
too much swag put that in my bio
you’re the best you’re the best, heard that too
you’re the worst you’re the worst, no that’s you
don’t know me, you don’t got a clue
never really know what the f-ck ima do
might smack you with the b-ss in my voice
n-gga you don’t got a choice
hit so hard like asteroid
soon as i speak they rejoice
back on yo’ bullsh-t
man where is yo’ manners
boy better listen
b-tch take out yo’ planner
you don’t control me
i do what i want
maybe not really
but i’m havin fun
switch my flow, i don’t know
where to go, on my own
i’m alone, grab my coat
then i roam, in my zone

[verse 2: tyler]
whip that
foreign b-tch it’s subaru
pulling up like who are you
twenty dollars and a tool
hammer when i f-cking screw
don’t got cash i need some pay
mix your sh-t like bobby flay
my dinner is special k
eat my b-tch out anyway
buy my shirt from the thrift shop
broke boy empty debit card
gotta go find a new job
time’s running out like tick tock
i rock filas cus they cheaper
ya’ll are p-ssys i’m a leader
my girl says that i’m a keeper
sometimes i kinda believe her

[verse 3: caleb]
swerving off that gas i didn’t pay for
getting cross faded with that cheap liquor
wanna die like a rockstar
burn like the sun
take you f-ckers down with me
won’t stop till i’m done
my bac is 40 proof
feel like i’m sobering up
b-tch p-ss the boof
imma drink till i’m numb
smoke till i’m coof
don’t where i’m going
p-ssed out of the roof
lost track of time
no grip on life
spiraling out of control
staring down the knife
drunk text my ex
man what a night
it just doesn’t end
can’t remember how to feel right

[verse 4: vinny]
b-tch you know that i just flex
goin at em like t-rex
don’t come at me just watch ur step
you come at me you lose your breath
drenched in versace f-ck yo text
i got this money f-ck yo ex
livin’ in sp-ce might call it star trek
when i need my money i need it asap
no rocky
bedsheets dressed in murakami gimme sake
no i won’t respond no f-ckin’ walky talky
pardon my view of myself i’m c-cky
who the f-ck are you if you wanna try n stop me
throw a right hook knock you out like rocky
lemme take the ice off my wrist do you copy
how low can you drip drop
i get money nonstop

- dirtywonton

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