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letra de coward* - izaya tiji

lyrics from snippet

[intro]
yeah
yeah (mm, mmh)
yeah (yeah)
yeah, yeah

[verse]
we don’t really got too much to talk about
that’s a freaky b-tch, she [?]
he ain’t got no money to give so he stomping around
fell asleep in the stu’, i think i dropped my [?] in the couch
neighbors irritated, callin’ cops tryna stop all the clout (pew-pew)
black ops and no can’t hear this choppa’s too loud
i woke up [?] it’s so clear to me now
n-ggas be so tough but they fearin’ them rounds
turn that bullsh-t off, i ain’t hearin’ you clowns
my girl she a tiger, she ready to pounce
[?] in that p-ssy i’m ready to drown
you gonna be quiet, not making a sound
just look at yo’ diamonds, they ain’t comе from ground (flrrr)
drunk as h-ll, yeah, n-gga just came from thе lounge
thought that was yo’ wife that just came to my house
.223s hit this n-gga and boy been in coma for hours
zay put a hole right in yo’ face, promise i ain’t no coward
[verse 2]
yeah
yeah
(yeah) just work with me a minute
i watchin’ them tiktoks
this some gucci not lil’ crocs, lil’ n-gga
lil’ n-gga he gon’ get popped, man, i’m jittery
i don’t do this sh-t a lot
put codeine inside my pop (yeah)
[i’m servin’ the?] flip-flop, i just flipped it
he’s a fiend, he spilled his drop then he l!cked it (yeah)
when i got me plenty of drugs, i get to mixin’
you might feel this in yo’ stomach, that’s that six inch, oohhh
sorry, i’m just feelin’ myself [?]
every time she links with her n-gga she get beat, she can’t escape
every time we link, let me crack her just like a bag of lays
yeah, i got the beats, bro got [?], we gon’ make a bag today
i’on e’en need no trap house, filipino n-gga he brought some fye, he brought them gats out
i’on wanna hurt n0body when i blow, watch out for shrapnel
told them n-ggas that boy was just a fan, he tryna scr-p now
his b-tch wildin’ and she random as h-ll, she uncle grandma
he thought he wildin’, that white boy was green, i took his strap off ’em
she nut like three times, i made her tap out
i bangin’, know she mine
p-ssy n-gga up that glock, you dyin’
she said, “trust me baby” you must be off them lines
let them n-ggas run off on you, must be kind
[outro]
yeah (yeah)
(mm-mm) yeah
…

- izaya tiji

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