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letra de block me - remix - d@me899

[intro]
[?] my sh-t up a few times
[?]
type sh-t, ahha
one take
(ignited you k!lled this)

[chorus]
ayy, told that b-tch stop lying, i don’t need her (stupid b-tch)
i wouldn’t ever chase a b-tch, you just hit a kilometer, ayy
i just woke up spitting bars on this microphone (just woke up)
i just poured wok up in my double cup of styrofoam, ayy (b-tch i’m high)

[verse 1]
baby i don’t wanna talk i just wanna f-ck (made that sh-t)
i already told you that i’m not about that love (babe)
i just counted thirty bands (f-cking rich)
you still workin’ on everything with your mans
they said i wouldn’t make it
but i kept on going, wasn’t gonna let them take it (f-ck, no)
back in seventh grade where my music was at start (going hard)
now i wake up everyday, getting paid money, high up on the charts (racks [?])
i won’t let it brake me
shorty want xan, but i won’t let her date me (pa-pa-pa)
ayy, shout out ignited for the beat (shout him out)
ayy, shout out [?] for the heat (pa-pa-pa)
b-tch, so what?
what you wanna do, i already told you
[chorus]
ayy, told that b-tch stop lying, i don’t need her
i wouldn’t ever chase a b-tch, you just hit a kilometer, ayy
i just woke up spitting bars on this microphone (just woke up)
i just poured wok up in my double cup of styrofoam, ayy (b-tch)
(ignited you k!lled this)

[verse 2]
i already got it all figured out (i do)
i already told your b-tch that i wouldn’t take her out (okay)
i already made enough money, b-tch, i don’t wanna be here (f-ck that sh-t)
f-ck school, i’ma go another year (eh-yeah)
uhh, someone shot me to my place
f-ck that b-tch, f-ck up on this case, ayy
b-tch, you ain’t nothing to me (nothing)
i already told you who i’m ’boutta be b-tch (’boutta be)

[chorus]
ayy, told that b-tch stop lying, i don’t need her (don’t need her)
i wouldn’t ever chase a b-tch, you just hit a kilometer, ayy (stupid b-tch)
i just woke up spitting bars on this microphone (yeah)
i just poured wok up in my double cup of styrofoam, ayy (b-tch i’m high)

[verse 3: mol$]
b-tch i woke up in a spotlight, my name was the [?] (mol$)
your b-tch wanna f-ck on me, but b-tch i charge a fee
kick a f-ckboy down in my truey jeans
all red and yellow fit b-tch, lightning mcqueen
i’m clean, mr. clean
i know she a fiend
[?] these b-tches fold like origami
i’m doing [?] in the parking lot, who gon’ stop me?
b-tch i never felt this way, can you just stop talking?
think i’m c-cky
told ’em block me
i’m a [?] like i’m kame kami
[?] b-tch [?] stop it
talk to god everyday, i guess i’m a prophet

- dme899

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