letra de bless you - lively tiller
i ain’t got no issue
make my chopper sneeze, it might need a tissue
i don’t know why the f-ck you got an issue
my glock f-ck you in the face like a b-tch, ooh
ayy, if you talkin’ sh-t, then we got a issue
chopper blow you out your shoes, that’s the issue
your b-tch get on her knees and she kiss you
ayy, that’s a f-ckin’ issue
when i slide up to your crib, your mama tellin’ me she miss you
she miss you, ayy
yeah, my wrist on f-ckin’ icy, it’s a igloo
your b-tch gon’ suck my d-ck and then she say she miss you
come back to your crib, she gon’ f-ckin’ kiss you
and that’s the issue, b-tch, we got a issue
i pop you in your f-ckin’ knees, then beat your ass, ayy
i ain’t talkin’ sh-t if it ain’t bout cash, ayy
i don’t wanna fight you motherf-ckers, it won’t last, ayy
chop f-ckin’ h-rny, just want to nut’ up on your face, ayy
like you is f-ckin’ gay, i don’t even f-ckin’ play about that sh-t, oh, ayy
you know what the f-ck i’m really on, i’m on one
pop a pill and i crash out and k!ll your mom, bruh
my bad, you’re sad, it’s okay
you’re next on my list, you gon’ die today
why your b-tch up on my d-ck, she really want it
hey, she gon’ suck my d-ck and then she get to f-ckin
make her ass squirt, then she get to f-ckin’ cumming
if it’s about money, then you better get to runnin
i got a glock and it get to f-ckin’ drummin
that’s your boyfriend, why the f-ck is he a bum, man
i ain’t even f-ckin’ runnin’ from his b-tch ass
all i do is throw a little cash on his head
then he dead, then he dead
f-ckin’ on your b-tch, told her that i’d give a lead
ayy, i’m f-ckin’ hangin’ with some slimy-ass dreadheads, ayy
don’t play with my gang, you gettin’ caught up in this sh-t, ayy
gettin’ popped up in this b-tch
swear it’s a lot of us in this b-tch and you finna die
i could make your mama cry, send you home, up to god
swear this sh-t like it’s cod, ayy
gta sh-t, cause i’m robbin’ your ass
call of duty sh-t, cause i’m poppin’ your ass
did a lot of sh-t for gang, now they remain the same
they ain’t never switchin’ or they changin
i swear i’m so f-ckin’ rich, i could change the climate
swear to god i’m tryna f-ck this b-tch cause she a dime, b-tch
i don’t give a f-ck cause we ain’t on the same timing
i know that i put him in a scope and then i line him up
his b-tch know how to suck d-cks, she be suckin’ me up
i don’t give a f-ck cause i’m a double f-ckin’ dutch
then i go and f-ck your crush, ayy
that’s me, blush, ayy
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