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letra de chit chat - last-dude

[intro: last-dude & pop smoke]
last-dude on the track!
.44 bulldog, make ’em get back (baow!)
i ain’t with the talk or the chit-chat
if i step on a island, we wildin’ out
if i back out the chop’, get back
call dread, that’s the new tom brady…
this is woo!
pop smoke!
huh?
huh? (baow!)
[chorus]
.44 bulldog, make ’em get back (back)
i ain’t with the talk or the chit-chat (woo! woo!)
if i step on a island, we wildin’ out (out)
if i back out the chop’, get back (baow!)
call dread, that’s the new tom brady (brady; woo, woo!)
n-ggas gettin’ no bread ’cause they lazy (lazy)
tell dread lift ’em (huh), if that n-gga talkin’ crazy (lift that n-gga)
now it’s f-ck you, pay me (pay me), or bullets start blazin’ (blazin’)
since i was young we invested in guns (huh), now we lookin’ at the stars in the wraith (hahaha)
while i’m gettin’ head by your bae (yeah)
she like, “papi, i love how you taste”
she like, “papi, can you nut?” (nut)
i’m like, “baby, just wait” (huh, wait)

[verse 1: xxxtentacion & nle choppa]
i ain’t gon’ do the n-gga sh-t ’cause i’m too good for features, huh
i ain’t gon’ f-ck the n-gga b-tch, ’cause i know she a eater, huh (ayy!)
last time i wifed a b-tch, she told the world i beat her, huh (ay, ay)
and when they locked lil’ kodak up, my n-gga, i couldn’t believe it, huh (ayy, huh)
ayy, lil’ shawty, pop my whoadie
pockets on pinocchio, poking, yuh!
hit her from the back, d-mn, that b-tch bleeding
said that i knocked her period on
remember when i had that poker, huh
instead of looking over my shoulder, huh
forces with a n-gga, no yoda, huh (ayy!)
that mean a young n-gga got woo on me (brrrah!; hey!)
push his wig back like a n-gga receding
shoot him in the stomach, them bullets he eatin’
pop him in his top, then his brain start leakin’
better shut the f-ck up when a n-gga start speakin’
knock a n-gga weight off like i’m doing lipo
yeah, i’m a psycho, strapped like a dyk- ho
put insurance on yourself, n-gga, you a geico
i ain’t never wrote a statement, n-gga, you a typo (yeah, yeah, brr!)
hop in the steamer, this b-tch is a beamer
bake in the kitchen like i was anitta
say she want kids, so i’m gonna feed her
her n-gga got wrong, so i had to beat him
pretty ricky glizzy, but this sh-t can get ugly (brrr)
shoot a n-gga in his face (brr), if he start muggin’ (brr-brr)
[bridge: pop smoke]
look, said i’m 823, sanctioned (sanctioned)
reach for my chain, we gon’ spank ’em (spank ’em)
i ain’t your regular gang member (nah)
everybody know i’m sanctioned (bangin’)
if i step on a island, we wildin’ out (out)
i ain’t gon’ step ’til the guards is out (out)
free psych bike, free ziggy zah (pop smoke)
my n-ggas raisin’ the body count (free all my n-ggas!; baow!)

[chorus: pop smoke]
.44 bulldog, make ’em get back (baow!)
i ain’t with the talk or the chit-chat (woo!, woo!)
if i step on a island, we wildin’ out (out)
if i back out the chop’, get back (baow!)
call dread, that’s the new tom brady (brady; woo!)
n-ggas gettin’ no bread ’cause they lazy (lazy)
tell dread lift ’em (huh), if that n-gga talkin’ crazy (lift that n-gga; woo! woo!)
now it’s f-ck you, pay me (pay me), or bullets start blazin’ (blazin’)
since i was young we invested in guns (huh), now we lookin’ at the stars in the wraith (hahaha)
while i’m gettin’ head by your bae (yeah)
she like, “papi, i love how you taste”
she like, “papi, can you nut?” (nut)
i’m like, “baby, just wait” (huh, wait)

[verse 2: lil uzi vert]
wait, chanel on my feet (yeah!), yeah, that’s fur on my cs (yeah, huh?)
i be f-ckin’ with the bees (blatt!), like muhammad ali (woah!)
dip her, uppercut the sting (huh)
got yo’ b-tch on the edge of her seat (ayy!)
she on the ecstasy, i’m on the bean (what?)
swear the ecstasy, edge of my v (edge of my v!)
and usually, i like repetitive beats (yes!)
i like the way that she move on my meat (okay!)
all of these b-tches, they look good to me (yeah)
but i f-ck the same girl ’cause i don’t even cheat (shh)
that is a lie, i’m repetitive freak (hahaha)
i don’t even look, nah, i don’t even seek
i don’t even peek, g5, g5, repetitive g (ayy)
i’m tryna get all the muhf-ckin’–
[outro]
yeah yeah!
woo!
uzi!
(last-dude on the track!)
pop smoke!

- last dude

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