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letra de no autotune 2 - goatedvon

(intro)
von, why you do that, man?
(verse 1)
twinkle twinkle little star
bullets bright just like a star
ball on these n-ggas like abdul-jabbar
i just bought a foreign car
f-ck a bad b-tch and she off a perc
f-ck and kick her out, she called me a jerk (haha)
glock make a n-gga dance, like footwork
i’m finna go dumb, i- n-gga, i’m finna go berserk
that b-tch say she love me, i know she f-cking lying
i quit k!lling n-ggas because blood is terrifying
i thought that b-tch was a thot, she just verifying
just beat the f-ck outta an obese n-gga, he was f-cking crying
put it so deep in her, she started f-cking crying
i’m not doing drugs, i’m not tryna be dying
and i put it on her cakе, like some f-cking icing
that b-tch finna make mе crash, hoe, i’m f-cking driving
shot a n-gga in his head, now he f-cking dying
he broke down like some glass, no magnifying
i was in my feels when my b-tch left me, i was f-cking crying
since he fold like clothes, we left him f-cking drying
i hop on the song in demon timing
i’m in the plane traveling, i’m f-cking flying
we cuddling, i’m not derrick, but sum’ f-cking rising
go to the barber, you need a f-cking lining
my dad used to cut my hair, we was broke, so he gave me f-cking linings
(verse 2)
i don’t need autotune, i’m still using it, i feel like t-pain
my b-tch just left me… pain
body slam a n-gga like i’m roman reigns
grew up a broke black n-gga, i can’t complain
just f-cked a fat white b-tch from ukraine
got a fine darkskin, she look like china anne mcclain
i’m super fly, i’m an airplane
i feel like an nba champion how i sip on this champagne
but i can’t drink till i’m 21
i be trolling, i do this sh-t for fun
balling on n-ggas like kris dunn
aye, f-ck it up
b-tch on my d-ck, she f-ck it up
getting a bag, i can’t f-ck it up
aye, you got lucky but yo luck is up
tryna diss me, you get chalked up
free all my n-ggas that’s locked up
shooting n-ggas, i put my glock up
he saw me with my uzi, he thought, “f-ck”
he a blood? well, that’s what he coughed up
nah, we chilling, i don’t g-ngb-ng
me and your granny in the sheets going bang, bang
glock 19 got a d-ck, it’s finna go bang, bang
bullets hit you like bang, bang
my car and my b-tch, d-mn, everything foreign
she latina, she ecquadoran
bad b-tch, she latina, she ecquadoran
k!ll his parents but we ain’t k!ll the kid, now he an orphan
in a coupe and its roaring
pull up wit a martin, no lawrence
lean, that’s what we pouring
(outro)
von, why you do that, man?
i made the beat too, n-gga

- goatedvon

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