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letra de global warning - lil altoid

[intro]
ayy, ayy, ayy
it’s ya boy, lil altoid, aka young mento
global warming is a lie

[verse 1]
neck is on frozen like i was a glacier (ayy, ayy)
i been number one and my n-gga, you suck, do not say i displaced ya (ayy, yeah, what?)
i’m sharp like the tip of a pencil, but might f-ck around and erase ya (b-tch, haha, ayy, ayy)
all you n-ggas is trash, you belong to the dump, so i might have to waste ya (what? ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy)

[chorus]
oh no, your man’s a chicken, he ran, he dippin’
guess if he got the plan, he missin’, your mans is trippin’
i came up in a land where n-ggas would blam a n-gga for dissin’
if he scram, that n-gga, he dead, my n-gga, he dead
oh d-mn, my n-gga
i just caught another body, should’ve ran, my n-gga
man, y’all n-ggas only ’bout it on the ‘gram, my n-gga
and if i gotta keep it kosher, you a ham, my n-gga (haha)

[verse 2]
one c-ck, two c-ck
this time, he got a red c-ck, bluе c-ck
compelling, i’m a nuisance
peoplе always saying how we do this
i say, “shut the f-ck up and just listen to my music”
i am the greatest, there is no debate
i will come to your house, i will eat off your plate
and y’all n-ggas is barbie, y’all n-ggas is fake
i’ll pull up all alone and i’ll pull out the rake
you is a snitch, you be talkin’ to jakes (huh)
got you boxed in, yeah, they tryna be crate (huh)
reach in your pocket, i’m sorry, too late
you are not leaving this house with a face
your mom at the station, she gotta identify
blood on your bl!ck, it’s already a genocide
call up your girl, so you know i’ma get inside
hop in my whip ’cause she know i got gin inside
off comes her top and you know that she neckin’ me
she a lil’ bird, swear to god, she be peckin’ me
she want the work everytime, she gon’ beckon me
she mastercard ’cause she never be checkin’ me
then it’s back to my place
bust on her face, taste my nut like it’s toothpaste
then i get to throwin’ all my dollars with the blue face
when i’m done, i gotta kick her out like i was blueface
[chorus]
[chorus]
oh no, your man’s a chicken, he ran, he dippin’
guess if he got the plan, he missin’, your mans is trippin’
i came up in a land where n-ggas would blam a n-gga for dissin’
if he scram, that n-gga, he dead, my n-gga, he dead
oh d-mn, my n-gga
i just caught another body, should’ve ran, my n-gga
man, y’all n-ggas only ’bout it on the ‘gram, my n-gga
and if i gotta keep it kosher, you a ham, my n-gga (haha)

[verse 3]
you n-ggas don’t know me, only i do
i remember when i was droppin’ tracks back in high school
n-ggas said that they was rocking with me, i was lied to
couple aren’t smiling now when i show you what this .9 do
(ah, choo) god bless these n-ggas
all these n-ggas on my d-ck, you better rest, my n-gga
n-ggas clinging like a newborn on a breast, my n-gga
go gorilla like i’m bangin’ on my chest, my n-gga (called [?], my n-gga)
i gotta test a n-gga, stress that n-gga
i got his fingers pressed, my n-gga
and know your n-ggas [?] impressed, my n-gga
i’m the one again that showed you how to dress, my n-gga
so don’t test me, n-gga
[outro]
this song serves as a warning to any b-tch ass n-ggas who think they can rap better than me
y’all n-ggas can suck my d-ck, haha
ayy, ayy, ayy

- lil altoid

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