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letra de everybody hates me - lil flash & lil $horty

[intro: brrrberry$horty]
yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
? boy
free tay
you know how the f-ck we rockin’ man
double-r man, no rolls royce man
you know how we rockin’ man
aye, yuh

[hook: brrrberry$horty]
we got them sticks in this b-tch
i let it hit in this b-tch
a n-gga don’t want yo b-tch
both of y’all broke than a b-tch
the ? got me high than a b-tch
i left that lil’ boy in a ditch
scratch that lil’ boy off the list
let that boy rest in p-ss
everybody hate me like chris
catch him down bad with his b-tch
finna put a brick on my wrist
got some n-ggas that’ll die for this sh-t
play with my mans you gon’ die
bake that lil’ boy like a fry
reach for my chain you can try
choppa’ sent him to the sky
[verse 1: lil flash]
then, they send him to the sky
smoking on dope to the mind
?, yeah, he gon’ provide
?
that’s prolly the reason he died
50 and a 40, don’t tell no lies
just put yo pride to the side
my shooters they all on ?
? no taxin
stayin’ ten toes down, ridin round with a mac-10
do this sh-t, no practice
with the gun play, ride pass, make him do backflips
and i’m smokin’ on cat p-ss
and this choppa right here same size as a cactus
? gang, john madden
and we shooting sh-t just like ?

[verse 2: tte day day]
i’m dripping, i’m saucing, i’m flexing
i’m sending that pack in a lexus
i hope that sh-t land up in texas
my young boys totin’ that weapon
i’m on the block
i’m with migo
we shoot yo mans like a free throw
we turning yo head to dorito
[verse 3: bandman fari]
aye, f-ck all that talkin’ sh-t
young n-gga, we popped out with sticks
how the f-ck is you trappin’ young n-gga? (huh?)
and you jacking dope, with no stick
we’ll walk up with that bl!ck
aim that shot, right at yo sh-t
my youngin’s they [intro: brrrberry$horty]
yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
? boy
free tay
you know how the f-ck we rockin’ man
double-r man, no rolls royce man
you know how we rockin’ man
aye, yuh

[hook: lil $horty]
we got them sticks in this b-tch
i let it hit in this b-tch
a n-gga don’t want yo b-tch
both of y’all broke than a b-tch
the ? got me high than a b-tch
i left that lil’ boy in a ditch
scratch that lil’ boy off the list
let that boy rest in p-ss
everybody hate me like chris
catch him down bad with his b-tch
finna put a brick on my wrist
got some n-ggas that’ll die for this sh-t
play with my mans you gon’ die
bake that lil’ boy like a fry
reach for my chain you can try
choppa’ sent him to the sky

- lil flash lil horty

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