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letra de suicide - jay furr & fenix flexin

[verse 1: jay furr]
drop a big bag on your head and get you hit
hitting your b-tch [?] i’m looking fit
a n-gga with me toating, b-tch, you know that we legit
we got guns, we got [?], b-tches know that we got sticks
i just had to roll the dice, ain’t no 4, 5, 6
took a gamble with this sh-t, and now look, all my brothers rich
all i care about is money, n-ggas mad over a b-tch
and me and [?] got that work on us, come and get your fix
[?] easy lay up, broke the glass with the assist
and i walk around like thanos, all these rings all on my fist
we some young rich n-ggas, sipping wok, not [?]
n-gga try to do us wrong, and then we scratch him off the list
i just keep on getting money, and i know it got them sick
80,000 just in jewelry, i be walking like a l!ck
i just pulled up in the coupe, and i ain’t evеn get it tint
’cause if you try me, i’ma blow it, guarantee you gеtting hit

[verse 2: fenix flexin]
if you try me, i’ma blow it, [?]
n-gga tried to do me wrong, i get your right
pouring drank, diamonds dancing in the light
i f-cked his b-tch, n-gga trippin, it’s aight
you can have her back
i don’t want the b-tch, the p-ssy weak and the head was wack
ain’t no toating [?] pole, brought a strap
[?] s whip, [?] stick
i don’t get it off the dope, n-gga, i get it off the b-tch
eh, b-tch, 30 on my wrist
what you wanna do? we get to trippin in this b-tch
we just got the drop up on a spot, we gon’ send him to [?]
i ain’t sippin drank unless it’s wok, i don’t want [?]
park a n-gga [?] fully auto, get a n-gga flipped
i ain’t going back and forth, my n-gga, i’m gon send a hit
i’m gon’ f-ck his b-tch off a perk, make her fall in love
i’ll probably bust up in a couple minutes, if i ain’t got no drugs
all that talking sl!ck, f-ck his b-tch, pull up with the stick
n-gga on my d-ck, like a b-tch, need to call it quits
n-gga tried to rob me, what you thinking? that’s some suicide
we gon’ do a drill up on the opps, do or die
dissing on the ‘gram, you stupid, get your nudles fried
brodie went and bought that pump for nothing, bet i’m using mine
sh-t get h-lla crazy, better tighten up
[?] why you hype him up?

- jay furr fenix flexin

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