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letra de cant fwu - mia curt

[intro]
yeah

[verse 1]
lil’-lil’ n-ggas talkin’ crazy, better pipe down
crazy, i probably gotta die to put the pipe down, yeah
live by the gun, die by that b-tch, you know?
told auntie crack k!lls, b-tch, you better put the pipe down
perc 30, thirty minutes ago, it should bite now
i heard that b-tch got some wap, i’m tryna try now
let me find out
i heard n-ggas talkin’ down, let me find out
n-gga ain’t take you to the bas-m-nt when i walked you down
n-gga, we ain’t in no bathroom, i ain’t gon’ stall you out
chopper ring at a n-gga crib, i ain’t gon’ call you out

[verse 2]
standin’ ten toes with my n-ggas, ain’t no standing down
you the type to— okay
you the type to go to a party and only stand around
every time wе hit a n-gga block, it’s always playin’ down
every time we hit a n-gga block, it’s a man down
ain’t no rеgrets, n-gga, i said what i said now
n-gga said he slidin’ so it’s one in the head now
one for your head down, one, it’s a man down
[verse 3]
couple n-ggas dead now, he done called the feds now
b-tch, you been ran through, now that p-ssy ran out
he ain’t really want no beef with me, he a ham now
i don’t f-ck with n-ggas, who you with? i need a head count
n-gga, i ain’t backdooring your b-tch ‘less the head count
reach low as f-ck, but in the whip, brodie sped out
n-gga thought he had it planned out but it ain’t plan out
he could’ve made it to the ‘spital but he bled out

[verse 4]
d-mn, i be fresh as h-ll when the feds out
i mean i be fresh as h-ll when the feds watchin’
kick a n-gga ass and then i k!ll him, i just deadstocked him
blood on my all-white nikes look like red bottoms
she know she can’t get sh-t from me
she know that i got—
she know that i got some money
but she know that i ain’t no dummy
you see that b-tch wanna f-ck me
flash a couple bands, now that b-tch wanna suck me
take that b-tch on a date, now she feelin’ lucky
she was thinkin’ texas roadhouse, i was thinkin’ luckys
fiends said that sh-t weak, you need to keep your puppy
when your ass gon’ be sick when she keep her money
[verse 5]
her lil’ boss burnin’ like the— yeah, alright
she burnin’ like the holocaust, she can keep that p-ssy
boy, don’t ever think i’m lackin’ ’cause i keep it, p-ssy

[verse 6: ftos twan]
n-ggas know not to play with twan, it’s gon’ get ugly
it’s a b-tton on the k, it turn to a fully
i’ll push a n-gga sh-t back before he even push it
they like, “bro, chill out”, h-ll nah, you know i be on fully

[verse 7: mia ghost]
n-gga, everybody f-cked that b-tch, what you want, a cookie?
lil’ n-gga weed burned, what you smokin’, cookie?
i’d drop seventy in your whip like i’m devin booker
it’d get to fl!ckin’ in your whip like you pickin’ boogers

[verse 8]
b-tch sl-tted out, that b-tch lookin’ like a hooker
i ain’t wanna f-ck that lil’ b-tch so i had to tip her
this lil’ b-tch dumb as h-ll, i think she get it from her n-gga
n-gga, we don’t play no games, n-gga, f-ck the sense
free my n-ggas out the cell, b-tch, f-ck the system

- mia curt

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