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letra de sos - lorde fredd33

[intro]

[verse 1: lorde fredd33]
a long embrace, followed by laughs and a double tap, talk about savagery
people ride the fence until the fence fall, p-ssed off, prolly blaming gravity
please don’t be a casualty
n-gga own up, be a grown up
eye got expertise in the villainy, n-gga please
pop’s sh-t, hit them with the “yikitee”
chillin’ in the den with sinners
moving like precious, running chicken dinners
get your sh-t fried ‘side mrs. winners
players sensitive, i’m more like sensenbrenner and
them shooters got them canons, hope you get the picture
man, you rap p-ssies better stick to gossiping
couldn’t f-ck with my drive, like gosling
finessing uncle sam out his baddest flock of crows
if the eagle choose me bro, that’s just how it goes
still screamin “f-ck the government!”
not wasting another tick or clip on that other sh-t
10 toes down, you boys head over f-cking heels
n-ggas don’t yield, end up f-cking peeled
hope you got f-cking sk!lls
tried to cross-walk, get your fate huffing sealed
yea, it’s been f-cking real
on ya block, rolling down my bully
everything “chillychilly”, you should grab a hoodie

[hook: lorde fredd33]
f-ck around and get sent off
f-ck around and get sent off shorty
f-ck around and get sent off
way over there!
(x2)

[verse 2: lorde fredd33]
barry, white, wine
slip on ice, cold, down her spine
everynight!
b-tch eye been a
round, house, kick a blind
n-gga eye, don’t discriminate
no discrimi-fine
triple 6, she gone 69, two threes everytime

[hook]

[verse 3: lorde fredd33]
all wheel drive
no road, no care
he pull gun
you scream “no fair!”
he still got gun, but you no more here
that gun still ain’t a murderer
a gun, a rock, a rocking chair
grabbed for your pot, your plot was scarce
lan lines, land mines, tan lines, cross it out

- lorde fredd33

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