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letra de beat the shit - lil' wayne

f-ck with me wrong, take me out my zone
and i’ll knock the motherf-ckin’ snow off your cone, my n-gg-
man, it stink in this b-tch, it must be them p-ssy–ss n-gg-s talkin’ sh-t
so beat the sh-t out of that p-ssy–ss n-gg-
beat the sh-t out of that p-ssy–ss n-gg-
b-tch–ss, ho–ss, p-ssy -ss-n-gg-
i beat the sh-t out of that p-ssy–ss n-gg-
we beat the sh-t out of that p-ssy–ss n-gg-
we sh-t out that p-ssy–ss n-gg-
beat the sh-t out of that p-ssy -ss-n-gg-

brrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
i’m a knuckle-throwin’ knucklehead
what that motherf-cker said?
bring that ruckus up in here
throwin’ bottles, chuckin’ chairs
got the pretty models duckin’, breakin’ heels and chippin’ nails
turn around and go right back to breakin’ down my cigarillo
climbin’ up with suga hill, slidin’ down in somethin’ new
smelling gin and jungle juice, and i got that lumber too
and i brought a f-ckin’ zoo, tear this sh-t up and chuck a deuce
this triple c, they triple l, lames love to lose
a hundred million in my horoscope, ’bout to show you a horror show
boot you f-ckin’ head off your collar bone
them n-gg-s ‘cidal b-ms flinchin’ at the sight of arms
p-ssy n-gg-s ain’t eatin’, but we fry the farm
beat a n-gg- down ’til he left without a vital sign

i run off in your f-ckin’ sh-t, d-mn, now i got sh-t stains
all these f-ckin’ tattoos, and i ain’t got one b-tch name
got a pocket full of -ss-whoopings, i’m givin’ ’em out like nicknames
what’s up with your fist game?
you’ll catch a hook – fish hang
watch me c-ck the nina, call that rough s-x
knock your head off, you just a rough neck
and if i’m shootin’ at ya, n-gg-, all net
ain’t no world peace, just ron artest
d-ck-in-booty–ss n-gg-
die quicker then move your -ss, n-gg-
extra-fruit-in-the-smoothie–ss n-gg-
get beat like a drum, music cl-ss, n-gg- brr
life is a gamble, dyin’ is your best bet
got a scope on the pistol, give your -ss fresh breath
give my fist a kiss, n-gg-

what’s really good, n-gg-? i’m feelin’ good, n-gg-
rest in peace lil’ wesley wes
a p-ssy–ss n-gg- always kill a good n-gg-
i’m high as heaven, i’ll pop the reverend and stop the wedding
got more money than memories in the bank, don’t forget it
clean em up my team is up, i’m high as scotty, beam me up
they say we all gotta pay the price
f-ck it, man – ring me up
f-ckin’ right i skate, ho – p-ssy is my scapegoat
and all these p-ssy–ss n-gg-s that’s hatin’, kiss my -ss, besos
i’m a genius, take notes – i’ll split your egg to the egg yolk
i’ll be dead before i be dead broke
still burn money, my bread toast
f-ck it, if you got it, spend it, n-gg-
but just keep your two pennies, n-gg-
start sh-t and i’ll end it, n-gg-
don’t open your mouth, i’m a dentist, n-gg-
lil’ tunechi… give my fist a kiss, n-gg-…

so beat the sh-t out of that p-ssy–ss n-gg-
beat the sh-t out of that p-ssy–ss n-gg-
b-tch–ss, ho–ss, p-ssy -ss-n-gg-
i beat the sh-t out of that p-ssy–ss n-gg-
we beat the sh-t out of that p-ssy–ss n-gg-
we sh-t out that p-ssy–ss n-gg-
beat the sh-t out of that p-ssy -ss-n-gg-
f-ck with me wrong, take me out my zone
i’ll bring it to your chest, make you king me like kong, my n-gg-
what you drink in this b-tch?
i’ll give you a whole bottle of it to your face, n-gg-

- lil wayne

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