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letra de roster - fire octagon

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yo, skrt
run up get done up this ain’t no game (jheez)
look, ouu, ouu, yeah

[verse 1: fire octagon]
poppin’ a perc, goin’ to sp-ce
poppin’ a perc, goin’ to sp-ce
b-tch, give me some sp-ce
b-tch, i’ma nut on yo face

so much shots and clips you would think we need an oscar
[?] [?] doesn’t f-ck with people in foster

[verse 2: yung webz]
my teacher’s name is
mr mothaf-ckin’ foster
pull up in the box skrrt
you know my whip is faster

smokin’ on that dank like a rasta
b-tches think you’re sus’ like the imposta’
we stackin’ cheese like lasagna
yo b-tch heard my name and you lost her
add her to my roster
too much sauce like pasta
too much sauce oh no (oh no)
where’d the b-tches go (where?)
oh sh-t, you came b-tch

[verse 3: fire octagon]
and we got the fire, like it’s butane b-tch
you a small fry (jeez)
and we sippin’ black fly
and you think i’ma bad guy (what?)
it’s cause i’m a bad guy
and i keep it mad fly
i got bread, like mad rye (godd-mn)

[verse 4: fire octagon]
yo, you rollin’ the dice
(f-ck with us, losing your life)
we pull up, you die
(we pull up you die, yeah)

i am the sh-t like a diaper (skrrt skrrt, skrrt skrrt)
i took your b-tch and i pipe (bang) her (bang)

we pull up you die
we shoot you with fire
i’m finna pull up, and
you gon’ get shot (bow bow bow bow)
[verse 4: fire octagon]
ridin’ around with my glock
ridin’ around with the mop
feel like a janitor i got the mopstick
you gon’ get popped quick
you call the cops quick
thats just some nonsense
do it like all day

do it like all night
i just might pull up to the mothaf-ckin’ block fight
you is a b-tch
you ain’t even know how to hold a f-ckin’ glock right

your b-tch give dome
your b-tch give head
i’m in your home
i’m in your bed

- fire octagon

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