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letra de this song has no chorus - li'l goldie

[intro]
i like big f-ckin fat meaty b-lls in my ass crack

[verse 1]
(yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
pull up with the big guns, hit his head like hairspray
watch the way the pig runs when he sees an ak
walk in with a big drum, got him screamin mayday
acid in my system, i been up for two days
foldin like a lawn chair when i hit him in the back
his homies say its not fair cause he couldn’t shoot back
i told them that i don’t care, got a nine up out my backpack
all those p-ssies got scared, its like i had a flashback
cause i shot em while they run, uh
i thought it was fun, uh
they said they toted guns, uh
so why’d they have to run, uh
these rappers f-ck they thumb, uh
they all so f-ckin dumb
they wanna fight, but never come
ain’t no talent, not a crumb, uh
i sparkin up the choppa like a blunt, uh
i ain’t f-ckin but i’m shootin up a c-nt, uh
its like i’m ballin cause i gave his skull a bunt, uh
f-ck jesus, i’ma roll him in a blunt, uh
[bridge 1]
ay, ay stop usin the “uh” flow jesus f-ckin christ
okay- okay, i’m sorry- i’m sorry

[verse 2]
black sheep, b-tch
i’m a mothaf-ckin outcast (outcast)
stop and smell the roses like its mothaf-ckin outkast (outkast)
i’m gon film his death like its mothaf-ckin outlast (outlast)
its f-ckin rainin bullets that’s the mothaf-ckin forecast

[bridge 2: lil goldie, twin chxrli]
hey stop screamin, i’m tryna sleep
shut up bit-

[verse 3: lil goldie, xanadu]
posted on yo story with a mothaf-ckin gun
but i bet you wouldn’t shoot it, b-tch
you’d just f-ckin run
and you playin like you rich, but you beggin for a handout
you look the same as everyone, you don’t f-ckin stand out
stop actin like you someone, b-tch, you’s a f-ckin no one
you actin like a shoota, b-tch, you don’t even know one
i’m at his f-ckin funeral, i’m crackin a cold one
(ay, does anyone know how i can get on hot ones?)
(no)
you ain’t ever held a gun, so how you f-ckin shootin, b-tch? (shootin)
i’m at your execution, yeah
and i’m here f-ckin rootin, b-tch (rootin)
you ain’t a star, you’s another f-ckin human, b-tch (human)
never caught a dub, yeah, you always f-ckin losin, b-tch (losin)
[bridge 3: lil goldie, twin chxrli, xanadu]
ye- yeah to be honest, i’m f-ckin done
i can’t-
i can’t deal with this sh-t anymore, dude
f-ck you all
pbbppbpb
bow
just playin

[verse 4: lil goldie, xanadu, twin chxrli]
you can’t take me down, you can’t play me now
p-ssy, you’s a clown
hit you in the brow
heat you like a stove, i’ma break yo nose
fake designer clothes
man, you stoopin low
hit you in the neck, do it for a check (check)
life is just a bet, and b-tch you out of luck (out of luck)
i don’t give a f-ck, hope yo mama cry (mama cry)
when i make you die
hit you in the eye (in the eye) (ayy)

[outro: twin chxrli]
sittin here, freestyle
f-cking- rabbits
rabbits

- lil goldie

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