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letra de fessin - ​maajins

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[intro]
yeah, yeah

[chorus]
bro got the glock, [?]
[?] gang, drillin’ sh-t
i don’t know how it get realer than this
break up with that b-tch, i don’t feel nothin’
my ranks, re-up
oh he chat? then its up
he off the map, yeah, i see up
turn off yo’ lo’, lets go p up
got a new coupe, look like cheetah
i tell that b-tch, i’ma see her
and then i tell that b-tch, i don’t need ya’
yeah she eat me up, look like ice cream [?]
[verse]
came with the saucer, [?]
hop on the beat, power up, vegeta
been recording for hours, i ain’t see the sun
i got too many kids, i don’t got a son
that n-gga corny, [?]
got that maison margiela, pieces for the onе
[?]
make him mad that i’m trollin’, n-gga, i just stunt
he talkin’ sh-t, then wе get out the gun
whole time he got a bb gun and its spray painted
[?] f-ck with the whip, [?]
i’m the g-o-a-t, its the same, innit?
lil b-tch, i am the goat, it’s the same thing
told the whole world [?]
b-tch, i think i’m addicted to drugs
lsd on my tongue, yeah, thats head change
cook the beat up, time for 808 change
ridin’ too dirty, b-tch yeah, i stank
pop a thirty, then head to the bank
he a virgin, he stay on the game
he stay on my block, he gon’ flank
n-gga a nerd, he don’t get to the bank
stuck in the crib, all you do is [?]
on top of the world, n-ggas, they too fake
yeah, see it from here
i’m higher than mount everest, and i see the sh-t clear
n-ggas get where the f-ck bout’ a b-tch
yeah i’m seeing it there
b-tch i hop on yo’ sh-t and do better than you, all the ho’s stop and stare
all you weird n-ggas mad i do better than you, get off my d-ck, i need air
b-tch i ran up a m, now [?]
why th- why they offer me that?
lightskin lil b-tch, and she play wit’ my hair
b-tch i’m too locked in just like my hair
2 bands to school, n-gga, thats what i wear
i’m off his pack, spark it with the flare
hit him wit’ bananas, we leavin’ his there
like a monkey, why this f-ck n-gga try to come sub me
do not text me b-tch, you not my buddy
i hate n-ggas, just like little huddy
groupie b-tch said she tryna come cuff me
but i hate to be bearer of bad news
he was tough, now that boy a tattoo
r.i.p you, you a- okay
float, b-tch i float
b-tch i float, i’m progressing
b-tch i hop on the beat, get to [?]
real brave if he step in, 2k on her best friend
he got dealt wit’, b-tch, that’s a lesson
boy you 5’3, who is you fessin’?
b-tch, yeah

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