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letra de switch - kubus

[intro]
(hey, kubus!)

[chorus: yuth]
told ’em lay down get the bed hot
rollie it don’t tick tock
i switch glocks and hit shots
switch beds, switch b-tches, i got rich without the tiktok
f-ck a education i was tryna keep my fit hot
pick locks, kick rocks
don’t stop till i do it to ’em .40 on his ass im a realer man
won’t stop with the realer music i ain’t stopping this sh-t till i get a band
cracking the key in the trap with a minivan
you got no money, i got many bands
no friends, more bands, like a white steal your land

[post-chorus: yuth]
i know how to start a car without the key
i was selling all them drugs out there i look like doctor p
old b-tch want me back i’m telling that b-tch like capeesh
you ain’t had no keys for my heart, you getting no keys for my whip
sheesh

[verse 1: total byrd]
yeah, engine roar like jurassic park
on the corner with the dawgs
we see your braud when it’s after dark
tell me who tryna send the hit
i send it back with an after shock
too busy tryna chase these dreams
i’m not the one to pillow talk
round after round yeah, you can get these sh-lls
bite the bullet or smooch it buddy, you won’t kiss and tell
thinking that your life a movie, i’ma spoil that it ain’t ending well
take his shorty heart and break it cause this ain’t no fairytale
[verse 2: yuth]
all them b-tches that be wh0res they ain’t going on us
they ain’t tricking sh-t
new patek, water whip, water wrist, can’t resist
holy book, k!lling sh-t, genocide, slitting wrists
call yourself a player with that big b-tch you ain’t no tricking sh-t
that’s how we getting rich
high off up this tec i’m with intelligence
and the winners get it too
run up on me, you gone catch my tool

[verse 3: yuth]
i done gave my heart away i gotta stop
way too many times, i done been through a lot
old girl calling my phone, i’mma go pray to god
run up catch ks to your head
it’s a different day same bullsh-t that we been through
having h-lla stab wounds and knife wounds i catch you
what’s that on yo girl face (nut)
my cashew
dealt with too much lame ass b-tches i can’t even get mad at you
i poured up, walk in slow-mo ’cause of my fanta
4’s in my cup with my fandom it’s looking fanta
tastic, ratchet b-tches calling me daddy
ratchet, showing all that just for the money
ain’t getting nun, you trifling just for the funny
keeping a gun, even if im out with my family
settle like ron from the t section, he got it
always believed, never doubted
[chorus: yuth]
told ’em lay down get the bed hot
rollie it don’t tick tock
i switch glocks and hit shots
switch beds, switch b-tches, i got rich without the tiktok
f-ck a education i was tryna keep my fit hot
pick locks, kick rocks
don’t stop till i do it to ’em .40 on his ass im a realer man
won’t stop with the realer music i ain’t stopping this sh-t till i get a band
cracking the key in the trap with a minivan
you got no money, i got many bands
no friends, more bands, like a white steal your land

- kubus

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