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letra de bitch - lazarus! (us)

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i just walked in with a shotty
skrrt skrrt skrrt pull up in the rari
i get a glock boy like carl
i’m f-cking that b-tch she calling me papi
she sucking my d-ck

[intro]
(d-mn son, where’d you find this?)
ayy shaw i’m faded where the
(yeah) (jank)
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jank
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[verse 1]

ayy ayy (yeah)
i just walked in with a shotty
skrrt skrrt skrrt pull up in the rari
i get a glock boy like carl
i’m f-cking that b-tch she calling me papi
she sucking my d-ck and she know that i’m poppin
but i’ve been jankin more than rodrick
i run to the bag they calling me sonic
i get that stick like i’m going wild
man f-ck that talking i run up some commas
that boy got some money these n-ggas be funny
up in the two ford now he running
i hop in the two dawg get to dumping
i figure n-ggas be b-tches, period
she act like hoe it must the time of the month
i don’t give a f-ck point it beer black eye blinging
and shawty she suck she swallow my s-m-n
i pull up and bust leave them on the cement
b-tch i’m in the hood i’m in the flat
i had to move the v a
man f-ck all these n-ggas these n-ggas be g-y
if that n-gga talking pop out with the k
i’m f-cking that b-tch and i nut on her face
pull up in the foreign had to do the race
[verse 2]

pockets fat than a b-tch
i just like saying b-tch
you’s a
fat than a b-tch
i just like saying b-tch
use a big stick
hop out with a big clip
all this cr-p this ain’t biskids
i got racks you’s a dipsh-t
and my shooters don’t miss sh-t
how you got a stendo clip but still ain’t hit sh-t?
that means you ain’t in the field
i swear these n-ggas ain’t real
i pull up and shoot like barnaby bill
if he get the p-ssy then he get k!lled
like boy that cap ain’t my style
pull up with the strap and we get wild
b-tch i get a mac he gun him down
if that n-gga up we run him down
gimme that sh-t lil b-tch
gimme that b-tch lil b-tch
gimme that stick lil b-tch
imma take your b-tch lil b-tch
i hop in the trap i bussin the uzi
i’m gripping that b-tch i’m gripping my toolie
i hang with the goons we young rooly
that n-gga high like kooly
all of the bloods i’m boolin
6ix9ine my n-ggas they stupid
tote guns my n-ggas they ruthless
b-tch you red/rare like roofus
you ain’t moving packs you a doofus
but she give me brain and i leave her clueless
we smokin that gas my n-ggas they zooted
we up in his house my n-ggas they lootin
well that n-gga tight/type but he won’t meet
pull up with the pipe and ctrl atl delete
[verse 3]

f-ck do you need my n-gga
b-tch i’m the plug i got it all
and what do you see my n-gga
i don’t know but i see a whole lot of b-tches
i see a whole lot of b-tches
i see a whole lot of riches
i see a whole lot of gun
i see a whole lot of funds
my n-ggas they do they want
ayy f-ck that sh-t b-tch
f-ck that sh-t b-tch
f-ck that sh-t b-tch
f-ck that sh-t b-tch
f-ck that sh-t b-tch
f-ck that sh-t b-tch
f-ck that sh-t b-tch
f-ck that sh-t b-tch
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah

- lazarus us

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