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letra de '01 civic - faw$et

[verse 1]
faw$et
from the trap house
for the past few months
i’ve been blacked out
ironic made twelve dollars
i know you can beat that
get your wallets out b-tch
start givin’ me the sweet cash
f-ck i got a smell?
know i got a pound on me
meet with yo girl
then she goin down on me
i need money b-tch
’cause i’m lookin like a hobo
tryna get the thotties
but i’m gettin’ all the broke hoes
think i got a car?
b-tch i’ll f-ckin’ walk
finna run up on you
pull up cap you draw you out of chalk
why i trap so hard?
give you thirteen reasons
but to wrap it up in one
ya boy ain’t get no squeezins
yuh
ain’t no faw$ettes
runnin up on my set
to hear my fire lyrics
that be making them sweat
yuh
ain’t no claudettes
bernadettes finna flex
on no mans ain’t pull up
in a f-ckin’ vette

[hook]
timbs suede tan
girl i want got a man
police can’t colve my case
so they get scooby and his van
my civic ’01
my life no fun
everynight i cry
into the barrel of a gun
yuh
timbs suede tan
girl i want got a man
police can’t colve my case
so they get scooby and his van
my civic ’01
my life no fun
everynight i cry
into the barrel of a gun

[verse 2]
aye
cruisin in a civic
in my f-ckin clout goggles
i win 12 dollars
everytime i play boggle
cook meth in a van
write a new hook
aye f-ck apple
b-tch i got a nokia
and i pull up in a honda
civic no kia
only civic i be drivin’?
’01
any other civic
any car no fun
skrrtin’ in a civic
’01 my year
lots of sh-t went down
planes forgot how to steer
9/11 happened 2000-fun
in my civic in my trunk
i always got a gun
post up in a civic
turn it to a hotbox
bust a rap play it loud
make a thotbox
got a new gang
bout the oral hygiene
got some red man
flowing up in my genes

[verse 3]
rest in peace ab$tract
you the f-ckin’ goat
yeah i’m noah
but i ain’t whippin in a big boat
yeah i’m f-ckin’ broke
yeah i love c0ke
rap game without me
like egg without a yolk
yeah i like disney
ever seen newsies?
in the studio now
where’s my booze and cheap floozies?
when i’m in bed
i get no head
just tryna forget about
the existential dread
f-ck you lookin at?
my eyes are up here
put the pharmabro in jail
and i shed a f-ckin tear
when i’m in the streets
i cap a sucka foo
gotta save my money
like i was a f-ckin’ jew
i ain’t got no b-tches
i ain’t got no riches
didn’t have the money
they beat me with trailer hitches
f-ckin’ k!ll myself
it’ll be ironic
imma do it so fast
have you thinkin i was sonic
shoutout to all my people down at sommet
they’re the ones who got my slow jam up at 1k
swag
k!llin people stackin bodies
like a m-ssacre
at the corner store
and i get the cash
i’m outta there
gonna k!ll myself
call me robin williams
suicide by cop
imma shoot civilians

- fawet

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