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letra de 1 time - ​nineteenhunnid

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1 time lyrics
[intro]
(nineteenhunnid)
yeah, whats up

[verse: 19oo]
pull up with my choppa, doin’ no fitness
we bustin’ yo block, my shooter got illness
i was sick last week, b-tch, this some sickness
(frrt), we leavin’ it with witness
ten shots on his head, we doin’ a movie
ten shots to his shoulder, he doin’ the uzi
my choppa got three six bullets, no juicy
my boy shoot him and you see what i see
shooter from spain, he be singin’ country
shooter from spain, he shoot on the monday
i be ballin’, b-tch, stephin’ curry
he been talkin’ sh-t, i told him to hurry
my glock on my hip, it shoot like the guinness
he talkin’ that sh-t, we ain’t gave him a— (uh)
he talkin’ that sh-t, we ain’t gave him a minute
he be talkin’ down, the chop on its limit
i carry thе mac, i be kickin’ incredibly dope sh-t
i can’t talk to you ‘causе you talk like a snitch
slide on his block ’cause he know he a b-tch
slide on his block and he gettin’ hit (hahaha)
we shot him in magnolia, he doin’ the milly rock
gun bigger than rick ross
he sayin’ he hard, told him to stop
we slid’ to his crib ’cause he a opp
shootin’ that p-ssyboy, i’m a pro-sniper
we dragged his corpse and throw in the fire
we dragged his corpse and throw in the river
she say i’m a lame, i’m not forgivin’ her
he shot at my brother, we shootin’ back like a mirror
he sayin’ he got style but my swag bigger
i feel like a walking dead but i’m feelin’ alive
he talkin’ sh-t get hit with the fire
he talkin’ sh-t, get hit with the .5
bullet on his head, guess what? (uh)
he saddly didn’t survive
this no aidyn, bullets from distance
we show up to his block, now he got no existence
these shots hits his medulla and break his system
he know we not the same, we have difference
this no vespire, we don’t f-ck with the opps
this b-tch a snitch, we don’t f-ck with cops
twenty-two rounds, we put him on a box
if i do a diss, you won’t get a response
this no red tears, lil’ b-tch, we sent him to the blue devil
game like mario, this choppa on other level
you think you cool but you not special
this is not trap, this some heavy metal
shooter be lookin’ like justin bieber
doin’ drive-by right on the beamer
goin’ to the streets, sh-t ain’t sweeter
she didn’t want me, now she want a feature
my uzi got a gold medal, sh-t like gymnasts
this b-tch askin’ on the comments to pin this
my glockie the favorite, it be doin’ kickbacks
breakin’ the game like a pickaxe
kick this b-tch out like this b-tch fifa
my uzi be on go, f-ck a rifle
if i see you, i’mma hit you and yo’ b-tch, i’mma hit her
f-ck it, i’m not finishin’ it (haha)
shout out monte christo, 50k to his chest
when you see, you know i’m the best
we made him run to the streets, we made him possesed
we shot him while he takin’ a rest
shoutout milo, we fade him to black
if my brothers see you, you know they attack
if my brothers see you, they make you a pack
if my brothers see you, you gon’ get smacked
shoutout yxngfuture ’cause we leavin’ bloodstains
if it come to war we leavin’ a bloodrain
if it come to war, swear, we playin’ no games
i been on the trap, i just don’t f-ck with yo’ name
spanish shooter, he lookin’ like luis fonsi
he talkin’ that sh-t, we throw him on the sea
i been in yo’ hood just sippin’ on tea
he talkin’ that sh-t, we shot him in his eye now he can’t see

- nineteenhunnid

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