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letra de racks freestyle - dth ftos ent

(illtrent)
diss on the gang, but don’t know where you at
he think he hard, till i pull out that strap
b-tch
im fly, like a motherf-cking bat
b-tch
fly like a motherf-cking villain
n-gga you lying, you ain’t do no k!lling
b-tch i’ma be at the top like a zillain
i was at school, with the pack in my denim
i was at school, with that sh-t in my sock
i was in class, with a thick ass thot
i mix it up, put this sh-t in a pot
diss on my gang, and we gone get you got
diss on my gang and we gone get you hit
n-gga we know that you don’t got a stick
i walk in the party, i’m fly as a b-tch
i feel like ken carson, im high as sh-t
b-tch
i’m too high, i can’t see
i see yo hoe, she like “rescue me”
im geeked
lil b-tch, i run up 2 deep
you see ?
i ain’t been on earth in a week
roll up a wood, now the day complete
you cuffing the hoe? she be in my sheets
know when she ain’t with you, n-gga, she be with me
i f-ck, then i dip n-gga, then rp
i f-ck and i dip, n-gga, yes i leave
she suck on the d-ck, like a d-mn hi-c
said he going up? i must can’t see
yo b-tch wanna f-ck, everyday of the week
yo b-tch wanna f-ck cause i showed her a rack
while you was online, playing with a gat
b-tch
you ain’t gone do nothing with that
he think he a hard n-gga, but he wack
(wokfein)
he think he a hard n-gga, but he a lame
i f-ck on yo hoe, then i hop on the game
got a big booty white hoe, she giving me brain
why you flexing that pack? n-gga know you a stain
he was flexing the pack and his sh-t got took
got a glock 23, i ain’t throwing no hook
i be f-cking a nerd hoe, while she reading books
i just poured up a 4, in the kitchen, don’t know how to cook
i be hitting yo b-tch in my slides
i ain’t lil durk, you know i’m gone slide
what i got in my jacket? a big ass .9
said he walk with the racks, that lil n-gga lying
i just took me a 30, lil n-gga i’m geeked
get hit with a bell, b-tch i feel like yeat
got a big draco, but i keep it discrete
that lil n-gga p-ssy, he sour and sweet
n-gga stop all that capping, you not from the hood
n-gga stop making music, yo sh-t not good
f-ck n-gga, you g-y, not misunderstood
tryna rap like me, boy you wish he could
7.62 a turn him to a dancer
bald headed n-gga, look like he got cancer
dunk him in that water, i feel like a pastor
i pull out that stick lets see who faster
(seaan)
(bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)
mhm
i pull out that stick, lets see who quicker
no cap
dont got a glock, n-gga
that boy got a drac, but won’t pull that trigger
uh
know you not bout it for real
spin over here, you must be off a pill
and yo hoe, not finna go on a drill
diss on the gang, gone get you k!lled
n-gga i got a drac in my backpack
i took that sh-t, now come get ya strap back
i done already hit, you could have that
i hit the hoe one time, and i pass that
i hit her once
then i pass her to trent
that n-gga broke, can’t pay his rent
all black scat, can’t see through the tent
diss on the 6, but that n-gga b-tch
that n-gga a hoe
got a strap, i let that blow
i feel like santa, cause i’m with yo hoe
i feel like yeat, cause im with ya thot
i feel like frank, i ride with my chop
that n-gga hoe, giving up the top
i feel like kankan, sipping wok
i’m in the back, sippin on some wockhardt
that n-gga g-y, wannabe rockstar
and his b-tch, she ate the d-ck like a pop tart
i got his hoe p-ssy wet, wok star
he talking down, he get wet up
my n-gga get to the cheese, the cheddar
my b-tch bad, and she do it better
said he want smoke, we gone slide on whoever
she wanna f-ck, cause my rick owen sweater
i f-cked his b-tch, now he got a vendetta
(boom, boom, boom boom)

- dth ftos ent

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