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letra de no heart (freestyle) - lightshow

[intro]
you know this shit ain’t ’bout nothin’ to me
light ! look, cool, look

[verse 1]
trappin’ hard trappin’ real hard trappin’ way hard to the graveyard aye y’all i think the jack-boys at the backdoor get the ar
got bad b-tches on the phone lines, got a hundred million on the radar, still ah drive by spray a n-gg- block in a rental fast as a race car
ain’t a hater? why your face odd i been looking at it, its a bit salty, n-gg-s mad cause them hundreds on me and my b-tch saucey and her lips glossy
ridin’ round behind dark tint with the brock liq’ gettin’ kissed softly, i know you lil n-gg-s see her and think she real bad but she real costly
real bossy i’m real gutter sold a lot of weed and a lil b-tter, my ex b-tch steady still calling
i don’t know, told her i still love her i really don’t i packed up and i moved on its over, might forget the b-tch was ever even if i pour a eight in this soda
look, a lot of shots one time a make crowd disperse like it’s an avalanche, lot of hunnits on me now, blue cheese [?] dab of ranch
real n-gg- checkin’ in new n-gg-s [?] to f-ck me b-tch you had the chance, her -ss was fat i had to glance
all these bands need hammer pants, he bleedin’ call the ambulance, n-gg-s hear my name, insult me down, n-gg-s hear my shit like “d-mn it jam”
and they’ll never say it but i know they play it and they b-tches play it too, cause we probably f-cked but i never said cause you know how real players do
we probably went to eat i probably blessed her feet, yeah you know a lil pair or two, then right before i dropped her off, i probably hit it in the vehicle
but i ain’t just player i could mail cross country like a miracle, on your door step on a saturday morning while you eatin’ a bowl of cereal, nah for real

[outro]
young lightshow why you trappin’ so hard (why you trappin’ so hard)
all them hunnits in your mattress, oh god
came with 50, pull a n-gg- whole card (h-llo h-llo)
hands in pockets sorry i don’t know y’all (i don’t know you n-gg-s)
young lightshow why you trappin’ so hard (why you trappin’ so hard)
all them hunnits in your mattress, oh god (oh, oh nah)
came with 50, pull a n-gg- whole card (well)
i light ’em all i might run through your whole squad (run through the whole squad)
savage shit

- lightshow

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