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letra de watch this - eric t

rex, rex
[chorus]
b-tch i’m tryna pop sh-t
don’t believe me watch this
better stop with all that nonsense
know some n-ggas from the west side
yea from compton
n-ggas use to hate now they wanna be friends
no we not locked in
richard mill that’s a hun on my wrist
f-ck that b-tch but i can’t give her a kiss
never trust em cause these n-ggas gone switch
up a chop and turn his ass into swiss
r3ck up it swear to god he won’t miss
stop talking boy you not with the sh-ts
i bet that i crack her like ritz
emo b-tch she had slits on her wrist
[verse]
had your moment
that b-tch going
losing focus
za smoke potent
rappin sh-t up in my gеnes
had to slow down on codeine
now i’m back to smoking weed b-tch
promisе n-ggas never seen sh-t
momma said i wouldn’t be sh-t
now i’m chillin with the demons
now these b-tches eating s-m-n
i’m just tryna f-ck a mean b-tch
why the f-ck you moving green b-tch
had to leave her ass on seen b-tch
i can’t even f-cking read this
broke boy up some cheese b-tch
back there i’m counting checks huh
warrant out for my arrest b-tch
more or more or more or less huh
i can’t even lie i’m blessed huh
where the f-ck the percocets b-tch
had to hit my n-gga rex b-tch
where the f-ck these n-ggas at b-tch
i don’t wanna do that chat sh-t
p-ssy n-gga where you at b-tch
i’ll never ever lack b-tch
d-mn yo ass so fat b-tch
i’m tryna play with that cat b-tch
that sh-t made me laugh b-tch
these n-ggas be acting catfish
why can’t i move past it
make em disappear like it’s magic
heart so cold
lord i don’t know
i count a roll
she give me head honor roll
most these n-ggas been hoes
they tryna switch on they bro
b-tch i already know
that’s why i can’t even go
huh let the chop sang
let the chop bang
i can’t feel my uh yea
i can’t feel my brain
think this sh-t a game p-ssy
stay up in your lane
all this grit and grain
this b-tch suck me up insane
[chorus]
b-tch i’m tryna pop sh-t
don’t believe me watch this
better stop with all that nonsense
know some n-ggas from the west side
yea from compton
n-ggas use to hate now they wanna be friends
no we not locked in
richard mill that’s a hun on my wrist
f-ck that b-tch but i can’t give her a kiss
never trust em cause these n-ggas gone switch
up a chop and turn his ass into swiss
r3ck up it swear to god he won’t miss
stop talking boy you not with the sh-ts
i bet that i crack her like ritz
emo b-tch she had slits on her

- eric t

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