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letra de brutal - ndumboy beat

[intro]
the virus

[hook]
i’m out of options, stop it, ayy
might commit murder for profit
pastor just told me i’m toxic, ayy
i don’t need help, i need options
i’m out of options, stop it, ayy
might commit murder for profit, yeah
pastor just told me i’m toxic
i don’t need help, i need options
i’m out of options, stop it, ayy
might commit murder for profit, ayy
pastor just told me i’m toxic, ayy
i don’t need help, i need options
i’m out of options, stop it, ayy
might commit murder for profit, ayy
pastor just told me i’m toxic
i don’t need help, i need options
i’m out of-

[verse]
f-ck did you think? (yeah!)
i was surely f-cking runnin’ the bank (yeah!)
cut the cr-p and take him, one in the brain (f-ck!)
all these p-ssy n-ggas brought was a j (okay!)
that b-tch want problems, i’ll grab his f-ckin’ face, put that in the dirt (yeah!)
all that f-cking talking will get you murked (yeah!)
run up on me, p-ssy, you will get murked
i’m coming for your daughter and your life p-ssy n-gga
i’ma make her p-ssy take pride, mhm (ayy!)
k!ll a f-ck n-gga, make it right wit’ a knife (uh-huh!)
n-ggas steady barking, but you know they mic’s for the g’s (yeah)
n-ggas steady barking, but they mice for the cheese (yeah)
you won’t find another set of n-ggas like these (yeah)
very rare savage make a f-ck n-gga bleed (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!)
k!ll a f-ck n-gga when his weakness showing up
when i pull up, ain’t no running, boy, you better
[interlude]
axew axew axew axew axew axew

[verse 1: xxxtentacion]
k!ll a f-ck n-gga for the free
hundred mothaf-ckas in the dungeon full of meat (respect!)
misagi, misody, islam, it can’t help me
my n-ggas, they grimey, put slits in your cheeks (godd-mnit!)
any mothaf-cka that’ll claim that he bang
couldn’t be about it, so i hang him by his chain (buck, buck, buck)
.40 to a f-ck n-gga brain
i don’t need a silver bullet, boy, i let this sh-t bang (buck, brr)

[verse 1: xxxtentacion]
cocaine for my breakfast (what?)
hold that pistol ambidextrous, uh (yeah, yeah)
p-ssy boy talk reckless (ayy)
he might end up on a stretcher, uh (yeah, b-tch)
f-ck with my set (ayy)
you get wet, like a p-ssy, yeah (yeah, yeah)
sauce, what i spilled (yeah, yeah)
on my kilt, she need milk, okay, like (ayy, ayy)
xxx on a k!llstreak, huh (b-tch)
you p-ssy n-ggas rice krispie, uh (what?)
f-ck a white b-tch on a six-speed (yeah)
six stars like gta, k!ll me, uh (f-ck)
it’s more money i’m getting (ayy)
if a n-gga try to take, wig-splitting ’em (ayy)
shouts out to my zoe, they k!lled my vro (yeah, yeah)
so, b-tch, off rip now, i’m like— (ayy)
[chorus: xxxtentacion & ski mask the slump god]
mama raised a soldier (huh? yeah)
not no b-tch, not no b-tch, yeah (yeah, what?)
mama raised a soldier (huh? yeah)
not no b-tch, not no b-tch, uh (yeah, ayy)
mama raised a soldier (yeah, yeah)
not no b-tch, not no b-tch, uh (yeah, ayy)
mama raised a soldier (yeah, what?)
not no b-tch, not no b-tch, yeah (huh)
mama raised a soldier (huh? yeah)
not no b-tch, not no b-tch, ayy (yeah, okay, you all right?)
rip, my zoe, ayy (yeah, uh)
rip, my zoe, okay (uh, yeah)
rip, my zoe, ayy (huh? yeah)
rip, my zoe, okay (hey, all-all right?)
rip, my zoe, yuh (yeah, yeah)
rip, my zoe, okay (yeah, yeah)
rip, my soul (haha, ayy, my who?)
yeah (rest in peace, my zoes, man)
ayy (yeah, man)

[verse 2: xxxtentacion]
when i fi-fi-fi-fi-fi-fi-fist that b-tch (huh)
i’ma make that booty jiggle like some kick back, b-tch (huh)
she gon’ rub my dragon b-lls (huh), let her make one wish
what is that? she just wanna take the young dagger d-ck
ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, (huh?), ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy (huh?)
she off the molly, she wanna take seven d-ck (ayy!)
body to body, it’s mc dagger, b-tch (ayy!)
think that i’m illuminati because i got money, b-tch
like ray j, ray j, ray j, ray j (huh)
b-tch, i hit it first, on my weenie, hit the nae-nae (huh)
coming in hot like a missile, p-ssy, hey bae (huh)
falcon punch that n-gga, make ’em up, up, and away, ayy (ayy!)
watch this, uppercut; super smash melee (ayy-ayy)
i just made her spin on my d-ck like a beyblade (ooh)
i’m green like a spinach, i don’t know you, then it’s pay,-ayy! (ooh)
hummanah hummana, back fist, out my way, ayy (ayy!)
no chris brown (oh), f-ck her, make her look at me now (wet)
when i’m in the p-ssy, say “ow!”

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