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letra de 1900 dash (feat. gutz!) [prod. faint + ok] - dtay59

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[intro]
get that n-gga cut like bread
can’t think straight, b-tch i’m f-cked in the head
huh, we take that boy sh-t b-tch n-gga we left em on read
ya’ll just be talking ain’t talking bout ted

b-tch i’m finna go this h-llcat red
he ain’t dropping the lo. but he want est to be dead
1900 dash, the scene were i fled
me and luh gutz! in the studio set

(ok is the hardest, i swear to god)
(faint got this b-tch chopping)
(we gon be ok!)

yah, uh

[chorus]
uh, young n-gga ain’t bout that sh-t that he talkin’ bout
me and gutz! putting bad b-tches in timeout
f-ck neptunez! what the f-ck is you talm bout
had to break thе code these b-tchеs be mine now
n-gga keep doing that internet dissin’ i’ll take out yo wi-fi
gutz! gone put on a show wit a glock-19, do a muh’f-ckin drive-by

[verse 1]
get that n-gga cut like bread
can’t think straight, b-tch i’m f-cked in the head
hrr, we take that boy sh-t b-tch n-gga we left em on read
ya’ll just be talking ain’t talking bout ted
b-tch i’m finna go this h-llcat red
he ain’t dropping the lo. but he want est to be dead
1900 dash, the scene were i fled
me and luh gutz! in the studio set

[verse 2]
huh, can’t f-ck these b-tches, these b-tches f-ck us
there ain’t no b-tch that i trust
gun that boy down, est that’s a must
i’m in the stu’ wit luh gutz!

[gmp] loaded that n-gga a bum
keep talkin’ that sh-t, we gon cut off yo tongue
jupiter! come wit that .9 and you done
discord call, that server get spun, n-gga (est)

[chorus]
uh, young n-gga ain’t bout that sh-t that he talkin’ bout
me and gutz! putting bad b-tches in timeout
f-ck neptunez! what the f-ck is you talm bout
had to break the code these b-tches be mine now
n-gga keep doing that internet dissin’ i’ll take out yo wi-fi
gutz! gone put on a show wit a glock-19, do a muh’f-ckin drive-by

[verse 3]
can’t tell me nun’ i already took defeat
n-gga, ion do rap beef stop speaking on est
receive whatchu diss out, b-tch i’m elite
head shot, red dot you ain’t talkin’ bout me
huh, can’t f-ck these b-tches these b-tches for the streets
spyro b-tch my mouth shoot fire when i speak
you ain’t stepping with us if you ain’t est
lemme see if i got the receipts

est banging my shooter on go
huh, jupiter! gon’ take ya hoe
babysantana ain’t none b-tch i’m dope
left man, right man in the middle shoot both

why the f-ck is you laughing, ain’t cracking no joke
obl dead, how i left all my bros
heard he talking crazy put his head in the snow
but this how it go, go

- dtay59

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