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letra de suicide - izaya tiji

[chorus]
bro want some beef, he suicide, go hang
that n-gga ain’t got no money, he gon’ hate
put my scope on a choppa, it’s longrange

like i got some balance, yea i’m gettin’ on that
i got some talent, so i gotta hone that
her test gon’ bomb him up like some cognac
my b-tch couldn’t walk straight, she got a blown back
turn yo’ sh-t down, you gotta tune that
i ran off with yo’ money, he gotta own that
he ran up on my friend, he got a toe tag
i d-mn near slapped her face, tryna throw a threat
that could be him next time we throw back
mind her dumb ass lisp, she was drunk as h-ll
don’t givе these trifling ass b-tches no rosеs
yeah get a green card, n-gga gettin’ too cozy
i seen that boy, like he in a collin
real bad b-tch, they only eat bone-in
i know some haters and n-ggas been rodent
shawty in love she talkin’ about i’m goated

[verse 1]
i get high as f-ck, yeah, just like i’m odin
i need a whole garbage truck just too hold this
so much money it’s coming in loads
that boy couldn’t hide ‘fore i was wipin’ his nose
that boy up the road, he covered in o’s
i f-cked his hoe, he already know
i pop out it’s crazy, thats far as it goes
no problem [?], thats part of the joke
you ridin’ on d-ck, yeah n-gga you g-y
boy why you actin’ like my b-tch, you crazy
you was shootin’ up houses, got sent to satan
yea i gotta new bag now, so elated
y’all real deal minions, yeah y’all got baited
i counted up 10 racks, she went crazy
on codeine, i’m a lil’ bit lazy
get up on a n-gga, he thought it was daisy
and we pulled up on the ops, they thought it was stacy
now that n-gga tryna run, yea bro a lil’ hasty
and they send me to the trap, now police tryna take me
and i took a lil nap, ‘cause the police tried to lace me
[chorus]
bro want some beef, he suicide, go hang
put that scope on the choppa, it’s longrange
n-gga ain’t got no money, he gon’ hate
she’ll put that p-ssy on me just throwin’ it
like i got some balance, yea i’m gettin’ on that
i got some talent, so i gotta hone that
her test gon’ bomb him up like some cognac
my b-tch couldn’t walk straight, she got a blown back
boy turn your sh-t down, you gotta tune that
i ran off with yo’ money, he gotta own that
he ran up on my fam’, he got a toe tag
i d-mn near slapped her face, tryna throw a threat
that could be him next time we throw back
mind her dumb ass lisp, she was drunk as h-ll
don’t give these trifling ass b-tches no roses
yeah get a green card, n-gga gettin’ too cozy
i seen that boy, like he in a collin
real bad b-tch, they only eat bone-in
i know some haters and n-ggas been rodent
shawty in love she talkin’ about i’m goated

[verse 2]
i rolled up a bliz’ she talkin about she floated
im strokin’ her long d-ck, thinkin’ i’m folding
pulled out, take the nut in her mouth, she a soldier
she a eater, in love with the gang, she a go-er
and i beat her, i’m rollin’ up right by the blower
put a n-gga on a tee, hit his ass with the sword

and im eating her ass like a apple or pork
just cause i need me bag, so that’s manure
my n-gga off percs [?]
got breath on me like you tryna bring a bass to shore
whole street scared lookin’ like a tad insecure
crack that seal now i’m looking like [?]
i don’t care about his opinion n-gga, i ain’t ask for yours
go head be p-ssy, n-ggas be cats for sure
n-gga like i’m gonna tax forsure
n-gga don’t ask how i got that act’ in storage
and yo’ plug ran off, n-gga crackin’ up
just like a pimp lil’ n-gga, gotta’ track my wh0re
[outro]
(cough) (cough) (cough)
f-ck
(wah)
(ngah)
(uh, uh)

- izaya tiji

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