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letra de how differnet states rap 3 - girlhefunnyaf

[intro: uk drill]
don’t touch nothing
don’t touch nothing
don’t touch nothing
don’t touch nothing
don’t touch nothing
don’t touch nothing
don’t touch nothing
don’t touch nothing

[verse: uk drill]
don’t touch nothing (aye!)
mans dem know dat i’m up to something (aye!)
gun go hdthhh, no stutter (aye!)
mans dem stick like harry potter(aye, aye, aye, aye!)
barbies think i’m sl!ck like b-tter
tie shoes loose, i refuse (‘fuse)
her pus’ wet like juice (juice)
opps get ate like fruits (fruits)
no 21, get slaughtered (grrahh)
after s-x get a bottle of water
after s-x get a bottle of watеr
after s-x get a bottlе of water

[verse: texas]
you gettin’ shot just because
i don’t do what ups
i used to bring glock’s on the bus
any n-gga get stupid bout beefin’ wit’ us
put a 30 in the glizzy, start geekin’ it up (ooueee)
yo gun jammed, koolaid
young n-gga be ready for problems i tote on a llama but you could get caught on a monday
that n-gga right there jus’ be strapped wit’ a tool
i was finding out drops, i did not go to school (yeah!)
i’m the smallest young n-gga wit’ a glock in the room
yo n-ggas be corn, get popped like kettle (kettle)
my n-ggas do p-rn, jackin’ for pleasure (pleasure)
work at a bank, boy you a teller
no shot in the leg, but walk wit’ that metal
i’m takin’ the steps, cause i’m a stepper (stepper)
young n-ggas strapped like some sketchers
stained up like ketchup, boy you could get shot up whereva
[verse: baltimore]
n-gga you wasn’t dere on the avenue
you was prolly watchin scooby dooby doo
shootin’ out the coupe like who is who?
shootin’ out the coupe like “who is yew?”
dis stupid ass b-tch got an attitude
bad b-tches call my phone like “i’m mad at yew” (b-tch!)
don’t play games bout money dis’ my family feud (fact’s)
get it? steve harvey family feud?
f-ck it is dummy? whatchu geekin’ for? (b-tch)
you got 24 hours, whatchu leechin’ for? (b-tch)
yo new n-gga broke whatchu leave me for?
broke ass n-gga wanna sing in court
he not even asian but dat singapore
i eat rich p-ssy wit a yeezy fork

[verse: philly]
young bull wildin’
gat-pack slidin’
you won’t keep ya weapon ’round, that’s why y’all be dyin’
one jawn turkey, my other jawn vibin’
used to be chrome things, phone rings, dope fiend’s
plug just made me glad, he said “f-ck half, the whole thing”
bullet hit ya mans, he twitch like mr.crocker
reach for my watch and get bust down, thotiana
d-ckhead, that sh-t chalk you know i’m strapped prolly
so much white girl in this house, it look like frat party
i’on get nervous, know a virgin wit’ 6 bodies
when i hop up out dat wagon, ain’t no point in d-ck eatin’
you was drawn dem hoagie nights water ice n’ ice cream
yea you outta pocket, dem young n-ggas be violent
yea you b-tches drawn cause if you are what you eat the you childish
go!

- girlhefunnyaf

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