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letra de flashbacks! - mathiastyner

[verse 1]
went over your head, i know you ain’t catch that
we hit your b-tch, we tell the bro, “pass that”
stupid ass boy, he be chillin’ on rapchat
he thinkin’ he good, is it just ’cause he rap fast?
b-b-tch, i be countin’, i’m gettin’ these racks fast
she did me wrong and now i am past that
my money is long, i still gotta add that
snakes in the grass, they be givin’ me flashbacks, yeah, yeah
woah, woah, woah, woah (yeah)
shorty, she know i’m the truth, wait, ayy, run in your block with a tool

[chorus]
yeah, told her, “get out of my room”
and b-tch, i don’t know you and we is not cool
say that you better, but that is not true
on top of my homies, yeah, that is the mood
i shoot at your block with a tac’, it go boom
b-tch, i got like h-lla hoеs chillin’ in pool
and yeah, he be talkin’, but i keep my cool
i’m grabbin’ a .30, i aim it at you, yеah, yeah

[verse 2]
i got like h-lla choppas, yeah
send you to f-ckin’ doctor, ayy
b-tch, i be eatin’ lobster, ayy
b-tch, i am a cookie monster
b-tch, what is the word, b-tch, what is the verdict?
shine in that beamer, that sh-t is not swervin’
he say he don’t like me, he different in person
b-tch, i do not love you, you can’t get no birkin
you savin’ these hoes, it’s like you is nursin’
i creep in your block, lil’ b-tch, and i’m lurkin’
i k!ll ’em in mortem, we heard a bird chirpin’
your bands goin’ down, yeah, he need this urgent
[chorus]
yeah, told her, “get out of my room”
and b-tch, i don’t know you and we is not cool
say that you better, but that is not true
on top of my homies, yeah, that is the mood
i shoot at your block with a tac’, it go boom
b-tch, i got like h-lla hoes chillin’ in pool
and yeah, he be talkin’, but i keep my cool
i’m grabbin’ a .30, i aim it at you, yeah

[outro]
told her, “get out of my room”
and b-tch, i don’t know you and we is not cool
say that you better, but that is not true
on top of my homies, yeah, that is the mood
i shoot at your block with a tac’, it go boom
b-tch, i got like h-lla hoes chillin’ in pool
and yeah, he be talkin’, but i keep my cool
i’m grabbin’ a .30, i aim it at you, yeah
went over your head, i know you ain’t catch that
we hit your b-tch, we tell the bro, “pass that”
stupid ass boy, he be chillin’ on rapchat
he thinkin’ he good, is it just ’cause he rap fast?
b-b-tch, i be countin’, i’m gettin’ these racks fast
she did me wrong and now i am past that
my money is long, i still gotta add that
snakes in the grass, they be givin’ me flashbacks, yeah

- mathiastyner

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