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letra de black face chopped and screwed - lil tracy

lyrics from original

[intro]
aye man f-ck these other n-ggas man
i’m selling lsd and og
star trek n-gga (yeah)
oth n-gga you know i’m rockin’ (yeah)
i f-ck with that goth money sh-t, dog (skee)
yeah
i’m on lsd bruh
yeah

[verse 1]
f-ck what these n-ggas talking ’bout
i wanna see my money in a pile
lurkin’ in the night i’m on the prowl
finna juug the weedman for his ounce
you n-ggas is some clones man, nothing more
yo’ b-tch call my phone but she get ignored
b-tch i’m on lsd i’ll call you when i’m bored
i got these fiends on my line askin’ when i get more (when you gon’ have that bruh?)
i’m finna re-up as we speak
lsd on me, serving n-ggas for a fee
f-ck a relationship, i’m focused on stacking cheese
i’m something like birth control, yo’ b-tch prescribed to me
never switch up see it in my face
free my d-mn cousin, he ain’t beat the case
that d-mn lsd got me seeing things
b-tches stop lyin’, hope i see the day
life is a game and it’s free to play
black on black shawty with the gold wrist
young ass n-gga wit’ a old b-tch
these n-ggas thirsty for that fame, sell they soul quick
i’m underground n-gga, no paparazzi
i gave my b-tch drugs so she climb on top me
anime b-tch, yeah, she look gothic
pokémon pimpin’, catching new b-tches
vodka in my cup, robitussin mixin’
b-tch, i’m solo dolo you don’t know the vision
to hear my d-mn music that’s a f-cking privilege
i got a white b-tch, she know her position
i’m not atheist and i’m not christian
sold my soul to earth, now i’m f-ckin living
droppin’ acid tabs, distortin’ my vision
the rap game’s f-cking lost i reported it missing
gold on my wrist, i wanna be a pimp
obey my command b-tch, smoke weed and strip
let me see yo’ tits, let me see yo’ cl-t
goth money b-tch, man i’m so depressed
sad boys n-gga, man i rarely eat
rarely get sleep f-ck them scary dreams
tell miley cyrus come marry me
we gon’ f-ck on stage at my next show
never gonna happen, i don’t have a show
i got a weakness for thots and the plastic hoes
she got surgery on her face, girl suck my d-ck
i swear karma like a virgin ’cause it’s coming quick
[verse 2]
hotbox my room when my mom gone
d-mn i need my own crib, i’m tryna f-ck a b-tch
nah i ain’t a thug, boy i’m just a plug
lsd shawty, put that on yo’ tongue
tell me what you feel, tell me what you see
bet you see the basedworld, shouts out lil b
four grams n-gga in that f-cking dutch
that’s a mutated worm, that ain’t no f-cking blunt
i’m gon’ take a puff get high like the sun
think you gettin’ money, boy is you dumb?
usa got control of that f-ckin’ cash
it don’t matter how much money in my f-cking stash
i could sell a million tabs of that lsd
that’s like a motherf-cking dollar to the g.o.v
government, i’m screamin’ f-ck that
b-tch, i’m making music, man f-ck rap
all you mainstream rappers need a dunce cap
finna roll up and smoke ’em like a blunt wrap
b-tch, i’m star trek i f-ck with goth money
she open up her legs, she must want top from me
l!ck it down the middle i’m a f-cking freak
it’s drippin’ out her legs and it’s on my sheets
b-tch, if you ever cheat imma break your t–th
imma take the metal bat, imma break his knees
then commit suicide ’cause i hate to breathe
i’m runnin’ up a hill, squad on my back
n-ggas countin’ on me, b-tch, i’m god on the track
n-ggas plottin’ on me, b-tch, i know you want my pack
n-ggas plottin’ on me, gotta watch my f-cking back
might be my own n-gga that’ll stab my back
tell yo’ girlfriend get back please
b-tch, i choke instrumentals and i slap beats
black hat, black shirt with the black jeans
black shoes, black socks with the black skin
claim that you’re real but you actin’
f-ck gettin’ fame, i got a passion

- lil tracy

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