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letra de switch - k carbon

[intro]
c’mon
i sh-t on b-tches, they upset
they be, mm, “carbon, the f-ck you ain’t took off yet?”
(let the bandplay)

[pre-chorus]
talkin’ down about me, you a fan, hoe (you greazy)
race car, sn-tch his ass
i can’t name one n-gga that ain’t go (i took yo n-gga)
don’t come at me about my n-gga
i get tender ’bout my hoe (i’ll beat yo ass)
he think that two can’t play that game
n-gga, we gon’ change roles (we gon’ change)

[chorus]
b-tches still mad, b-tches still p-ssed (na naa)
i’m in expensive diamonds and i’m still rich (rich)
no mileage, this a new whip
eatin’ good, ass phat
walk wit a switch (walkin’ wit it, wobble wit it)

[verse]
how you mad yo baby daddy
wanna trick on me? (f-ck?)
how you mad i got iced up and got a l!ck on me?
(b-tch, i’m icyy)
how you mad i dog a n-gga
with no sympathy? (not at all)
he mad ‘cuz i match energy
and can’t no n-gga deal wit me (can’t deal wit me)

head to toe dripped in some sh-t from italy (this sh-t from france)
but, we in bal harbour neiman marcus
so, not literally

tell me how a broke b-tch mad?
please, riddle me (how you mad?)
they know they can’t f-ck wit me and i’m just speakin’ generally

[bridge]
i sh-t on b-tches, they upset (na naa)
they like, “carbon, why the f-ck you ain’t took off yet?” (the f-ck?)
before a deal, i was already in baguettes (i’m icy)
and reach forward
let this drac’ snap on a hoe head like a bow rip (dumbass hoe)

[verse]
i told him that i’m terrible
but i don’t think that he get it checked
(i don’t think that he get it)
’til i show that n-gga
and he take my dog ass to the vet (to the vet)
i’m only goin’ head-up wit this ice around my f-ckin’ neck
(this ice)
so quick to cut a n-gga off
i’m quick to leave his ass on read (b-tches nice)
this is not opinion based
i literally be rappin’ facts (facts)
so, when i say i hate broke n-ggas
i be meanin’ it (from the heart)

i love when mad hoes speak up on me
i be needin’ it ([?] mad)
‘cuz that be the reason i go break her n-gga for his racks
(get his money)

[pre-chorus]
talkin’ down about me, you a fan, hoe (you greazy)
race car, sn-tch his ass
i can’t name one n-gga that ain’t go
don’t come at me about my n-gga
i get tender ’bout my hoe
he think that two can’t play that game
n-gga, we gon’ change roles (we gon’ change)

- k carbon

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