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letra de government official remix - dylan raps

[intro]
yea

[verse 1]
i got three f-ckin’ lambos in the driveway
wait, now i’m rappin’ too fake
we up in this b-tch like we vibrate
f-ck her brains out and give her a migraine
f-ckin’ a b-tch while i’m high, planes
f-ck her face if she go on a tirade
i f-cked her, but she’s not my babe, d-mn
k!ll a b-tch if her period late
i’m so conceited, i hate when a b-tch on her period, wait
make a b-tch feed me grapes, period, make hoes delirious
seriously i hate these rappers, they’re all f-ckin’ snakes in the grass
(ex) hate when she see me with cash
step on these b-tches like a floor mat
my delivery on wax is like a door dash
i got more bodies than a wh0re has
i drank bacardi, i hope i don’t crash on they ass
b-tches now let me smash on they ass
gettin’ famous, might pass on they ass
plus i don’t know how long i could last in that ass
how long will these rappers last, ‘cause they ass
all these rappers come in last ‘cause they trash
f-ck with huey, we’ll pull up in some masks
f-ck a b-tch so hard, might pull out her tracks
hit my boy tommy for gas, he keep a p in the stash
won’t do a feature for cash, if the dude’s song doesn’t slap
i’ma go get me a bag, so my mom won’t have to work more
tell a lil b-tch to twerk more, only give her what she’ll work for
i’m ‘bouta have a f-ckin’ lambo in the driveway
we been livin’ like a blu-ray
i don’t think i’ve slept in two days
choke a b-tch out and give her a blue face
f-ck every b-tch on our first date
break a girl’s heart in the worst way
b-tch, i’m comin’ for first place

[refrain]
yea
lil b-tch
b-tch, i’m dylan raps

[verse 2]
i get drunk and start textin’ my exes
b-tch green like she can’t get the message
b-tch askin’ where i’m at on some fed sh-t
green beams, we don’t f-ck with the red sh-t
write down what we say, get hit with the lead b-tch
said you solid, we still thinkin’ you said sh-t
b-tch broke my heart, tryna heal like a med kit
if a op wanna try me, then let him
i might lay b-tch out like a bed spread
op b-tch get hit with the lead lead
b-tch left me on read read, don’t remember what i said
extra b-tch tryna f-ck up my credit
make her shake, now she think we go steady
i’ma break the b-tch’s heart if she let me
i’ma make the b-tch hate and regret me
i’m about to spend an m on a neck piece
got a b-tch askin’, “can we have s-x, please”
i got b-tches actin’ up ‘cause they ready
i got b-tches green with envy, they can’t get the message
i got b-tches overseas tryna s-xt me
i’m not finna let her know that she s-xy
giraffe b-tch, she been tryna neck me
clout b-tch, she be tryna flex me
you’re b-tch home alone undressin’, “play dylan, alexa”
when my song is on, she cum a lil extra
in my dm’s ‘cause she like how i’m flexin’

[outro]
that b-tch is a f-cking wh0re
f-ck you, all you f-cking donoho motherf-ckers
all you f-cking, “oh, dylan can’t f-cking rap”
f-ck you, f-cking stupid b-tch
i’m three natty lights deep, f-ckin” wh0re
f-ck you, sl-t

- dylan raps

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