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letra de sh*tfacefreestyle - luvbanz

[intro]
(yeah)
pushed up in a porsche truck, went and dropped the top down (hrrr)
all these lil’ ho wanna f-ck, ’cause a n-gga hot now
came in with them glocks tucked, went and pulled them glocks out (yeah, yeah)
all them boys they p-ssy, i heard you ain’t pop ou-
(prod tag?)

[verse]
(hrrr)
(mmm, [?])
(mmm, mmm, huh)
(yeah, yeah)
b-tch (yeah, yeah, yeah)
pushed up in a porsche truck, went and dropped the top down (hrrr)
all these lil’ ho wanna f-ck, ’cause a n-gga hot now (yeah)
came in with them glocks tucked, went and pulled them glocks out (yeah, yeah)
all thеm boys they p-ssy, i heard you ain’t pop out (yeah, yеah)
how you dissin’ on the gang, when your mans wan’ be in this
all them n-ggas p-ssy, i won’t stress, i won’t beef in this (yeah)
all them n-ggas corn, i ain’t stressin’ bout no street sh-t
i got n-ggas watchin’ you, f-ck you mean i’m sweet b-tch (hrrr)
walk down on another opp, let’s see who might be next
choppa rip right through his stomach, make a n-gga see [?] (brrr)
b-tch, don’t even try to hop on my wave i make you seasick
all my n-ggas totin’ straight trees, we tote big sticks
walked in then i’m talkin’ sh-t, all these n-ggas opposite (yeah, yeah)
you n-ggas be hoes, huh, and you wan’ be opposition ([?], hrrr)
you ain’t even really street for real, you ain’t even been in my position (yeah, yeah)
you ain’t even want no beef for real, n-gga stop doin’ all that dissin’ (woah)
and i know ’bout your gang, i heard them n-ggas folded [?] (hrrr)
every time they diss the dead a n-gga getting colder, colder (yeah)
n-gga getting bloodthirsty i can smell the [iron?] (b-tch)
i run me down an opp with a knife, put him in comas (hrrr)
run down in your house, say bye to your mama (yeah)
[?] in pajamas, k gon’ clap like thunder (yeah, yeah)
all black just like donda, give the chop to my mama (yeah)
[?] get them commas, you n-ggas jeffrey dahmer (ayy)
blues in my pocket, okay, greens in my pocket
like i’m f-ckin’ with the [?] (frrr)
drop a bag on another n-gga, then on another n-gga
let’s see which one these n-ggas try pull up in a he-rs- (grrrah)
f-ckin’ with them dogs, n-gga, you gon’ see a dog, n-gga
if you put your punk ass in that motherf-ckin’ dirt (yeah)
had to catch a [?], put that heat right on your ass
tryna run and not gon’ blast
for that blood, b-tch i’m thirsty (frrr)
all these p-ssies tryna murk me
all the opps they keep on lurkin (buh buh buh buh)
god, i’m crying to them nurses
now your mama f-ckin’ [?]

- luvbanz

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