letra de beat it - dloading
yeah
yeah, uh
told her i’ma beat it
but i ain’t talking billy jean
she gon’ feel the d-ck in her spleen
make a movie scene
b-tch i’m to high of the gas
n-gga ain’t sippin’ no lean
walk up in his crib
f-ck n-gga think it’s a dream
f-ck it might send the whole team
kick down dat door
momma and ya brudda gon’ scream
thot bih tryna turn to a queen
drug test coming up
n-gga know my p-ss ain’t clean
n-gga still smokin’ that weed
glock 42 red dot tactical beam
and i gotta glock 17
wit my n-gga jay
toting on the big dirty k
spray ya, but we ain’t spraying mace
this ain’t no clan
my n-ggas run up like faze
murder in all type of ways
put the stick in ya mouth
eat the clip up like cake
ain’t no milk make sum shake
n-gga been muttin’ this rapping sh-t
like in a h-llcat all gas no break
take the b-tch out to a five star restaurant
ops out know you gotta keep that drake
watch who you keep close in yo circle
yo dog could turn to yo snake
chop the n-gga head off
put it in a mailbox
then throw that n-gga body in that lake
n-gga wit the gang
n-gga wit the mob
doing fye sh-t b-tch you can’t partake
smoking on the chiefs
b-tch i’m from the 813
seen my first gun at age three
hit him in his spleen
momma tried to keep me out the streets
but them b-tches keep calling
snapping on the beat
i can do this sh-t in my sleep
get the broomstick finna do a sweep
slide in a jeep
b-tch you know my pack ain’t cheap
for the zip i need 320
ain’t sh-t funny
when gang bussin’ thru yo door
putting hollow in yo f-cking tummy
wanna play games
do i look like gta
i’ll show u what that red rum be, b-tch
told her i’ma beat it
but i ain’t talking billy jean
she gon’ feel the d-ck in her spleen
make a movie scene
b-tch i’m to high off the gas
n-gga ain’t sippin’ no lean
walk up in his crib
f-ck n-gga think it’s a dream
f-ck it might send the whole team
kick down that door
momma and ya brudda gon’ scream
thot bih tryna turn to a queen
drug test coming up
n-gga know my p-ss ain’t clean
n-gga still smoking that weed
glock 42
red dot tactical beam
and i gotta glock 17
wit my n-gga jay
toting on the big dirty k
spray ya, but we ain’t spraying mace
this ain’t no clan
my n-ggas run up like faze
murder in all type of ways
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