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letra de full auto - hector vae

this b-tch ah go both ways, i call it catdog
block star, you get shot in the face if you mad dog
puppy eyes tryna get some money you a sad dog
big bro always on go he like a bad dog
you think you got it let me know we can have a rack off
i put the block on my back this sh-t like hacksaw
we know he lyin when he rap tell em take the cap off
gotta keep makin that pop why you makin a rap song
i could say where im at right now you can’t get a ticket to me
f-ck all that singin sh-t let me talk instead lemme just say it
you never gon win against me, i don’t know why you playin
god forgive him for his words he don’t know what he sayin
it’s fire comin out the coupe i’m drivin a super saiyan
we can go pound for pound this sh-t like a ufc weigh in
i gotta get it out the mud i ain’t gon sit here waitin
i got some better pray that i don’t find out where you stayin
i’m stepping out clean everytime just incase i die today
i always been locked in i don’t know how to hibernate
i’m sittin behind all this tint i feel a lil shy today
i’m drowning in stress i might cry today
all of this sh-t i been makin i think it’s gettin to my head
black coupe v10 they think i’m drivin a t rex
from the mud i got people that’s countin on me i can’t ever rest
they could never hold up a candle to me f-ck it lemme flex
i’m stackin my money so high god think i’m breakin bread
one pocket full of deads other pocket full of lead
i used to not have sh-t i don’t know why they so pressed
you should be workin on yourself you never know you could be next
she sayin im textin hoes, this a sales associate
i gotta get this new season i gotta hit em pre order that sh-t
i don’t give a f-ck i’m blowin this sh-t i’m way too f-ckin lit
i don’t give a f-ck what they say about me i know they not on sh-t
they ain’t ever ever done sh-t they lyin out they lips
better not pull up on sh-t you can’t get in you not on the list
i could paid your rent the money i spent on my wrist
you not havin money like me, block star sh-t we never gon cl!ck

straight out
straight out
straight out
straight out
straight out
straight out
straight out
straight out
straight out
straight out
straight out the mud
im all out of love
i’m keepin it tucked
you know it get tough
you know it get rough
wasn’t no luck
not doin enough
[?]
my blood on my back my blood on my body i got this sh-t tatted
i’m outta some bread i don’t give a f-ck whatever it happens
coupe spittin out flames think i was drivin a dragon
big bro he a fiend he buyin lean by the gallon
pocket rocket in my pocket but this sh-t gon shoot like a cannon
i been ballin so hard they should go put me in madden
white double r it’s giving december in aspen
if i roll down this window arm swingin then i’m blastin
they sayin they did some sayin they had it they speakin in past tense
i never listen none of the cap im all about action
i’m all about stackin…
i’m all about money…
my blood on my back, i gotta take care of my mommy
i gotta take care of my dad we was so poor it’s trauma
it be times it be hard to laugh all of this f-ckin trauma
pain all in my body ima still push it
pain all in my body [?]

- hector vae

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