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letra de mr scott - l.y

(pull the trigger budd dwyer)

[verse 1]
clinical depression, i’m mentally insane
hearing all these voices, inside of my old brain
and i’m tryna calm down before i blow my f-cking brains
flash out, spaz out
hit em, bout to cash out
p-ss out, spaz out, imma f-cking flash out
imma throw these cash now, shawty, make me p-ss out
drugs got me feeling so crazy, finna hit the traphouse
way i been chasing that hazy sh-t is getting kinda crazy
trigger finger feeling aching
no i do not f-ck with you ladies
you b-tches play this like a game and i don’t like playing faces
i stick to bases, run from cases like i’m running the bases
i’m the rabbit you the turtle i don’t like losing races
y’all so basic like some racists, i ain’t got no patience
we some trickers and gorillas, f-ck all y’all haters
we smoking pounds blowing down cuz i am not f-cking playing
drinking henny with the boys, you know it doesn’t phase us

[verse 2: $lim gucci]
creeping in the cut with an all black hoodie
and i’m gripping the tommy and yeah she do something to me
we swerving slanging that (?) you know this life can get reckless
grabbing dope like mike thomas, never dropping them catchers
i’m jumping fences like zion
like jaden smith i’m an icon
you (?) buy guns, you heard of me i’m the bison, with blood
filling my vision, i don’t f-ck with you f-ckboys
you come at me better duck boy, i got that (?) pump boy
and all them bodies they drop, boy, cuz, we don’t give a f-ck (pull the trigger budd dwy-)
pull up, let them sticks bust, ly (?) will shoot you up
and then lil nicky roll the blunt b-tch it’s just $lim gucci in the cut, and
we are not friendly, we are your enemy, off with the hennessy
yes (?)
cutthroat weapon it’s a tragedy, magically ($lim gucci gibberish)
we iphone you android, they f-ck with our lyrics cuz
($lim gucci gibberish)… ted bundy in this b-tch

[verse 3]
mr f-cking scott, mr f-cking $uicide
mr keep the glock, mr with a hunnid b-tches on his f-cking c-ck
really wanna spit on this sh-t, (?) this sh-t on my b-tch
i ain’t playing no games, we straight up, no tricks, (?), stay lit, dopest f-cking lyrics
let me slow this sh-t down
actually, let me pick it right back up
told y’all ly give zero f-cks, way too hard
this sh-t deluxe
got double cup, don’t give a f-ck, drink the pain away like self destruct
might mix away, a couple drugs
on top of the moon, star-f-cking-struck
i’m super f-cking f-cked up, vision blurry can’t walk straight
pour hennessy, can’t talk straight, dope f-cking up my heart rate
i’m super f-cking f-cked up, vision blurry can’t walk straight
pour hennessy, can’t talk straight, straight bad habits, no dead traits

[outro: $lim gucci]
mr f-cking scott, mr f-cking scott
mr $uicide, mr f-cking scott (can’t catch me)
mr f-cking scott, mr f-cking scott
mr $uicide, mr f-cking scott
(f-ck all you hating -ss motherf-ckers, you got a problem come see us then b-tch)

- l y

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