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letra de end of discussion - ishaan the rit god

[intro: ishaan]

back back, stop d-ck sucking b-tch
n-gga you capping, when you could be out here hustling b-tch
i told that boy to back back, stop d-ck sucking b-tch
he called with bands, hung up the phone, end of discussion, b-tch

[verse 1: ishaan the rit god]

just hopped up, my phone banging while i’m sleep
it’s some thick ass b-tches, it’s some n-ggas with them sheets
i’m gon’ make this cheese while my producer make the beats
b-tch, i’m kd, i’m dropping buckets every week
i hate a b-tch ass n-gga, i hate a hoe who like to creep
i hate that cheap ass jacket that you put on week after week
i’m the got d-mn farmer, i got that chicken next to me
strap glock 23, that micheal jordan checking me
freaky b-tch, i just popped her then i peeled like ecstasy
you act loud, imma treat you like a child, destiny
ya’ll can’t teach me how to cook because i made the recipe
how i live so long? i guess jehovah blessing me
n-gga, to be honest
this b-tch got long hair like pocahontas
her s-xy thick ass, she shake that sh-t fast
barbecuing like yo uncle larry
i got chicken dinners ordered up to february
[hook: ishaan]

i told that b-tch to back back, stop d-ck sucking b-tch
n-gga you capping, when you could be out here hustling b-tch
i told that n-gga back back, stop d-ck sucking b-tch
he called with bands, hung up my phone, end of discussion, b-tch
i told that n-gga back back, stop d-ck sucking b-tch
n-gga you capping, when you could be out here hustling b-tch
i told that n-gga back back, stop d-ck sucking b-tch
he called with bands, hung up my phone, end of discussion, b-tch

[verse 2: detroit l-o]

destroy yo whole crew in one section
they called me an assh0l- when a n-gga wrecked em (r-ct-m)
n-ggas think they fly, cuz they caught up in the trap
too fly up in the trap, f-ck around and feel the clamp
if i rub my fingers together, that mean i’m getting snaps
disrespect gon’ make me rub my fingers differently and snap
dagger with the lyrics, n-gga ain’t nothing nice
i’m so sharp, i can come to a complete stop on ice
speak loud on these n-ggas, now i’m waking up the sheep
n-ggas lightweight, i sn-tch the rug right from under yo feet
ya’ll n-ggas coked up and weeded
that’s the reason i get paper, it’s cuz a n-gga feel like i don’t need it
this imaginary bag that you little b-tches chasing
but you lying, you on facetime with yo girl caking
n-ggas straying from the truth
the same sh-t i say on my post is what a n-gga spit up in the booth n-gga

[hook: ishaan]

- ishaan the rit god

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