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letra de x6 flow - melonmarz & $ir abe

[verse 1: melonmarz & $ir abe]
i said the n—- dumb as sh-t, he’s a r-t-rd
bro had tried an overdose, hitting the weakhardt
had just popped a perc, i had to recharge
i done robbed a white n—- for some greek art
i got snipers in the water shooting sea darts
he got shot inside the chest, he got a weak heart
new white boy plug call him “jean bart”
and i think he mom name with the new scott
got a mexican plug, he need a green card
try to sneak him through the border but we got caught
i said, “long live juan!”, think he got shot
n—-s try to cook my unclе, need a pan pot
white boy just caught a chop out the man’s spot
he don’t f-ck no b-tchеs, he got a shy glizzy
n—-s said no cap b-tch, no [?]
but if i spin they block i might get too dizzy
i got a hood asian b-tch call her, “fry kitty”
bro had overdosed in the tub, i think his name whitney
i got a white b-tch when i need a new kidney
my son had just called my phone hoe i’m too busy
my son was talking wild trash, sent his ass to sydney
i said, “i had caught the plug tryna f-ck his uncle”
in third grade you was asking, getting n—-s to hump you
in the seventh grade all the g-y n—-s try to jump you
we got the african blood we call him uncle de puncle (what?)
[verse 2: $ir abe]
but i’m actually african n—- i’m from niberia
we got the bars and .40s n—- didn’t let me finish my cereal
mel wanna slide on the opps-
let me finish my cereal, d-mn n—-!
i made a quick band, spent it on a scope
my teacher in the teacher’s lounge, n—- doing coke
feds tryna bribe me with some food i won’t ever fold
feds bought that mcdonalds, he fashow told
i can make that n—- dance with the stars (with the stars)
i see a bad b-tch i might have to take the charge (take the charge)
i don’t got no license but i’m still stealing cars (stealing cars)
put your homie on the news we gon’ make his ass a star
yeah, big dreams, caught long, shoot him with an off sp-wn
white boy, plug on, we be playing rock songs
codeine rockstar, still i got a trap on
n—-s shoot the .30’s in my crib, call that the scr-pyard
we smoked the weed in the airport cause there’s a [?]
that n—- started crying in the car, we had to slap him hard
if i don’t got a car i’m riding horses like the maynards
these n—-s real [?] fan art
i was talking on the net, told him “come and hit me”
[?] keep hitting up my line, that n—- like the d-ckey
my weed ship from houston, texas no whitney
gave a white boy a gram, told him to hit the griddy
[outro: $ir abe]
aw h-ll nah this white ass n—- just hit the griddy
n—- white as f-ck
th-this is why i don’t [?]
n—-‘s white as f-ck

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