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letra de unhealthy - li rye

[intro]
(yung lan on the track)

[chorus: nocap & li rye]
ayy, every time she stress me, i’ma f-ck her bestie, ayy
d-cks on all these glocks, you’ll never catch me naked
pullin’ up forgiato whips, the parking lot so traumatized
two-eights, i can’t go out in that saturn like them other guys
all that wock’ and trish and red got me unhealthy
girl, we both grown, don’t be selfish, you wanna f-ck me, tell me
we got choppers in the den, my shooters say, “just zelle me”
he say he watched it turn to .223s and berettas
count this money with no problem, i don’t need no f-ckin’ money counter
i can’t pick no good girl over a dancer, i want some ratchet sh-t
always in the fastest cars, always with the baddest b-tch
out here dodgin’ numbers, boy, we tote drums on some travis sh-t
1600 shots up in my glock, and this a 26
that ho head r-t-rded, you know that that b-tch eat stupid d-ck
got four opps that i want whacked by tonight, that’s another risk
you keep on hidin’, we gon’ post outside and whack your brother, b-tch

[verse: li rye]
rrah, rrah-rrah, don’t run, we chase sh-t down
the opps know how i get down, i lay sh-t down when they speak on me
i ain’t gotta drop no bag, dog on your ass, he k!ll for me for free
b-tch, you know li rye promote the violence, i don’t condone the peace
antisocial, b-tch, don’t speak to me, i won’t talk ‘less it’s ’bout violence
everybody in the car shot when we spinned, so don’t even ask us which one shot him
f-ck this rap sh-t, still be clutchin’
and i’m gon’ bust it if you try me
i been waitin’ on a n-gga to play
been itchin’ to catch me another body
they say, “chill, b-tch, you a star”
i know, i’m the one you see shootin’
three percs and, b-tch, i’m booted
still might go sip a whole pint with my auntie ruth
ran up me a check soon as i put my all into this music
but if you see that b-tch up in my hand, then i’m bound to use it
[chorus: nocap & li rye]
ayy, every time she stress me, i’ma f-ck her bestie, ayy
d-cks on all these glocks, you’ll never catch me naked
pullin’ up forgiato whips, the parking lot so traumatized
two-eights, i can’t go out in that saturn like them other guys
all that wock’ and trish and red got me unhealthy
girl, we both grown, don’t be selfish, you wanna f-ck me, tell me
we got choppers in the den, my shooters say, “just zelle me”
he say he watched it turn to .223s and berettas
1600 shots up in my glock, and this a 26
that ho head r-t-rded, you know that that b-tch eat stupid d-ck
got four opps that i want whacked by tonight, that’s another risk
you keep on hidin’, we gon’ post outside and whack your brother, b-tch
count this money with no problem, i don’t need no f-ckin’ money counter
i can’t pick no good girl over a dancer, i want some ratchet sh-t
always in the fastest cars, always with the baddest b-tch
out here dodgin’ numbers, boy, we tote drums on some travis sh-t

[outro: li rye]
rrah, rrah
rrah, rrah

- li rye

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