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letra de happy holiday - fallenwing

[intro]
y-y-yo, do you know gutter crawlers?
[?]
yeah
gutter crawler

[verse 1]
i got a .45, yuh
[?]
run it back for some dumb sh-t
i’m ’bout to stab, you better run quick
f-ckin’ yo’ ho, she a dumb b-tch
when i walk in the function, three stacks what i’m talkin’
[?] facef-ckin’, now she screamin’ that she love it

[verse 2]
yeah
we gon’ take a f-ckin’ hatchet
we gon’ slam it in his head, it splits in two (gutter craw-aw-aw—)
took my glocky in my pocket, pop it out, it point at you
we gon’ pull up on your friends, show ’em what the choppa do
shoot the k [?] and i steal all your jewels

[bridge]
ayy, ayy
ayy, ayy-y-y
[verse 3]
get my f-ckin’ bag, then i run [?] yeah
i’m like bob the builder ’cause i always got my tool, yeah
if you talkin’ sh-t, then [?]
[?] motherf-cker, then you would stand still
[?]
pull up in the middle of the f-ckin’ night with my strap out
p-ssy b-tch, you gon’ get gunned down
leave yo’ body in the river where you’ll forever be f-ckin’—
six on his head just like it was a (gutter crawler) touchdown

[verse 4: f4llen]
postin’ airsoft guns onto yo’ motherf-ckin’ story
finna find you, b-tch, no, this ain’t no mo’f-ckin’ dory
when i find you, b-tch, just know this (ayy, ayy) place gon’ get so gory
finna steal yo’ b-tch, shout-out to motherf-ckin’ torie (yeah)

[bridge: f4llen]
i cannot f-ck wit’ no b-tch who always on my f-ckin’ c-ck
if-if-if you really wanna fight me, just (yeah, yeah) let me know and we’ll ro-o-o—
p-p-pistol on me (ayy, ayy), and i’ll let it pop out
talkin’ (ayy, ayy-ayy) like a b-tch, i’ll punch you ’til (ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy) you f-ckin’ knocked ou-u-u—

[verse 5: f4llen]
choppas on my waist, and i ain’t ‘fraid to f-ckin’ use it
blowin’ out your speakers with this motherf-ckin’ music
talk to me again, and then i’m finna f-ckin’ lose it
why do i live this life? i don’t know, i didn’t choose it (yeah)
[verse 6]
ayy [?] i got a stick on my back
[?] ’cause i stay in my palace
scopin’ ’em, open up, open up [?]
pull out my mac and double the action
don’t really care, you don’t know what gon’ happen
pull up and [?] end of the road, you hit the backend

[verse 7]
[?]
you in the house [?]
b-tches be tryna belittle me
[?]

[verse 8]
where you be postin’?
you know me nowhere
all of the time that you left, and it’s frozen
pickin’ up worth to go call him
all of this time that you leave, and you know it

- fallenwing

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