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letra de season - lildre556

b-tch i woke up
it’s another day
keep that glizzy, like everyday a holiday
and the opps getting 30, no fadeaway
yea these b-tches getting fake then the broad day
and they know not to pull in this park way
hit a opp in the chest at his heart rate
[?] one more time, get heartbreak
and motherf-ckers be lying
for no reason i changed my gen
like the season
you ain’t giving top b-tch ain’t sh-t pleasing
aye, lil bro would crash, for no reason
i stay with my ski, no matter the season
i swear n-ggas gnat spray, just like z
b-tch i feel like lil de, i’m 4 peeving
why did you cut em off if you know you need them
b-tch i got something, hit they ass up in the winter
dead opps get mixed, n-gga in the blender
aye, i miss match that foreign sh-t, but i ain’t trying be drippy
if that sh-t ain’t about that bag b-tch, i ain’t tryna kick it
what you know about them bags b-tch
pick it up and flip it
remember unc right up in that kitchen
now he fighting a sentence
windows tinted, tryna see who in it
you n-ggas be broke, never touched lenox
b-tch i’m in saks tryna drop a 50
know lildre gon stay on his pivot
you know young n-gga he all about digits
get money gang n-gga better get with it
n-ggas be broke than a f-ck
and these n-ggas be b-tches
n-ggas be soft
n-ggas be tissue
n-ggas know i mad if this sh-t was really a issue
opps try to text my phone
he get no reply
i’ma get up with you
birds chirping, i’m getting up with em
like a ref, i be blowing my whistle
i might just f-ck this lil hoe and her sister
i might just pass that lil b-tch to my n-gga
she for the bro
aye, don’t get exposed
cause i swear n-ggas hoe
cause i swear n-ggas broke
this sh-t ain’t no joke
better add up some cake
or your ass be pope
aye, this n-gga works for the po
opp b-tch and she just gave me the low
try me the block and beat that sh-t some more
i only smoke exotic b-tch i need some more
i might trap on high swag, ain’t low
tryna take [?]
aye, this sh-t hit his neck, hit his throat
aye, none of my sh-t be wrote
aye, they tryna write this sh-t down in the notes
b-tch i put the fye in the coat
i told them to tell me some sh-t i don’t know
even at red lights b-tch i’m on go
he mad cause n-gga put d-ck in his hoe

- lildre556

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