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letra de guillotine freestyle - lee hendrix$on

[verse]
it’s like i’m living in a dream state
i f-cked a milf in silk, and brought her right back to her teen days
everyday is random, thots be sayin my routine cray
my pockets bodybuilding wallets got dem creatine gains
b-tch i been a baller, got my sliders maxed in 2k
b-tch i’m ben baller, got the chains on me, my jewels straight
put off my latina b-tch, i’ll see you in octubre
jordans, i got out that phase, used to wanna rock cool greys
used to play the good boy, instead of drip, i had cool grades
these presidents can’t breathe in my pants, they all got blueface
these residents be hating on my -ss, i be too dank
too much f-cking currency i need to find a new bank
they think i robbed the store, got that red thing on my shoelace
it’s off-white b-tch you ain’t know, well you late
9-5 grind, trying to get out that life in someway
always waking up grumpy, i was solomon grundy on mondays
i was always hungry and i ain’t talking bout the munchies
hey i’mma step outside right quick cuz i clap some cheeks
no i she come inside right here, and start giving me toppy
flash four rings in front in that b-tch like i’m from audi
i hit that b-tch and then i dipped, i told her that i’m outty
these n-gg-s off that oil sh-t like they invaded saudi’s
i gave that ho the freedom, but she don’t wanna go nowhere without me
now my bank account look i got a jedi’s bounty
the gas my n-gg-s blowin turn your town to red eye county
i cut gr-ss too much to not see all the snakes around me
i get complaints from neighbors cause she moan too f-cking loudly
bunch of trudy’s with them booties, i smash that family proudly
billionaire boys club, shooters order more slugs
the millionaire hoes’ love, then kick her off the tour bus
harmony, no bone-thugs, stop talking thuggish ruggish bruh
harming me, n-gg-, what, aren’t you from london bruv?
aye, you better call the guv’nor
n-gg- mad at me cause i’m bl–dy loving her
ran the red light, got my wings, bl–dy f-cking her
got the sh-t on film, know i brian pumper’ed her

[outro][x2]
at these n-gg-s necks like a guillotine
baby pinch herself because she think its still a dream
i grinded for the sh-t i had to max out k!ller speech
use to sleep on mats, now 4 bedrooms for a black king

- lee hendrixon

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