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letra de blackout - lil kapow

[intro]
so it’s either top or i’m out of here

[verse]
pop a perc and i black out
f-ck it, i’m blowing her back out
wwe if she f-cking with me
put the p-ssy on smack down, gang, gang, gang, gang
and this not a trap house
i’m in a condo, you know i’m up now
i don’t know how to use a computer, but
trust me, b-tch, i bring the mac out, gang, gang, gang, gang
i’m with a e-girl, this not an e-date
pop these pills and i fall asleep for like 3 days
up all night on a muf-ckin’ school day
cheese on my head like i’m playing for green bay
i fell asleep on september 1st
wake me up at the end of the month, no green day
turn that bl1ck sideways
let it rip like a f-cking beyblade
i just got back from paris
watch my money go up from the f-cking exchange rate
i don’t g-ngb-ng but i got two d-cks on me
every godd-mn day, ay, gang, gang
gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
that’s 7 days a week
you p-ssy n-ggas weak
and i’m boutta feast
give me head like a geek
freeze, police
i ain’t stopping for sh-t
you gonna have to shoot me on god
i got a uzi, extended the clip
now that sh-t is tall, lil uzi
choke the sh-t out a b-tch, look at her neck
those are not hickeys, they bruises
look at my bag, it’s louis
i get more neck than a muf-ckin’ crew neck, on god
my numbers went up, how he do that?
i’m on your block making noise like a jet (ba-baba-na-na)
i paint my nails and make them beat the p-ss out a n-gga
he thought i was soft
[?]
this b-tch suck my d-ck when she heard the calls, on god
the bl1cky, and bickering, lebron
she shake her -ss on my f-cking c-ck
um, pause, i got the sauce
standing on my money i look like the rock (gang)

[outro]
let me hear that sh-t one time

- lil kapow

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