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letra de the fuck? - nivesign

(verse)
ive been inside this b-tch
out riding b-tch
you f-ck get the f-ck out of my way b-tch

look like my sidekick
f-ck out luck up
sending him into jail for gambling im a high b-tch

there ain’t n0body to stop me
im too much im wrecking too much havoc
look in my bag b-tch
look at my side b-tch
look at my car b-tch
i am the mad b-tch

im like mihawk
slicing up opps
i am the k!ller
yeah that is my job

walking up blocks
she finish the job
blowing heads out in the frontyard

you look wrong get the f-ck out
(yo he look goofy as sh-t)thats what im saying get the f-ck out
guns off, top off, lost cause, she sucking on my d-ck on the cop car
you stupid as sh-t
im on lean and sh-t
you like sucking d-ck
and i sip lean and sh-t

just use a rubber b-tch
dont make me f-ck you b-tch
i shoot the opps like i shoot b-tches (right in the face)
i dont trust you b-tch

i dont trust you snitches
bought 2 whole new sneakers
robbed a store, no speakers
witness dont speak snitches

nestle won’t be missing
bop it, f-cked your b-tches
tick tock, clock is ticking

your b-tch be kissing me
tongue out, mj still not missing
6 rings thats what ive been
i serve i work 21 grammies
his words make people p-ssing

money high got 10 bands in my pocket
running around around that glock in my pocket
ill tell em with my pocket rocket
ill sell em with my c-ck it
f-ckers be telling rumors around my block
they f-cking selling it
im the rapper that f-cking yo b-tch everywhere
i will be under where you wear underwear where you sleep anyday
(f-cker)
yuh
im gonna go f-ck that b-tch
im gonna thrash that b-tch
shawty gon suck this d-ck
shawty gon suck this d-ck
carti stop jailing b-tch
dont make me pull up b-tch
i put that b-tch right in his sleep
and then i f-cked his b-tch

right after she came i went up to put that b-tch to the side
watch me f-ck that b-tch like in the middle of a homicide
she think she the main b-tch but that b-tch like a f-ckin side to me
you f-ck wit me?
that lil b-tch ain’t gon f-ck wit me
so you see
i dont pay my workers they gon do it for me
racks on racks they f-ck wit me
i shoot bullets for free
i go raw, yo b-tch and me
she suckin me
i give back, i suck her sea
but it ain’t for free
10 bands in my pocket for me
she broke as he
bands on bands i tie the money with a band for bands
i got the bands from the hands of the people of the land
pass the gas, hit the gas, hit the road then we fast
i dont diet but i dive in the bags of money i got in
all emotions
these people with their emotes and their sins
got me praying up to god, praising motion
i rap for the fun and joy, thats my motive
f-ck a motive
b-tch i do this cuz i do
writing sh-t and doing boo
im clueless ,please give me clues
the love ain’t lasting like glue
i was gloom just like gru
all this sh-t is giving blues
stop, i got food, i got booze, lets just party, and i want you
random sh-t is what i do
i knock knock on your door
this not ransom, i pursue
with my tec 9 i pull up
with tears down then i shoot
her head went out with a bang
still crying, drinking bang
saw the ceiling and then bang

- nivesign

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