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letra de fukk off - otm

[intro: blue pesos]
you know the truth, n-gga
f-ck off (viper)
(durag straight slappin’ sh-t)

[verse 1: blue pesos]
playin’ with the stincs, you miss your friend, you could join him
hittin’ on a b-tch, it ain’t gon’ stop the ho from rollin’
burn early with me ’cause it’s finna be a long journey
my lifestyle different, i get money, we got different worries
bop-bop, stiffler pokin’ on me like a p-rnstar
always packin’ heat, introduce this boy to long john
questionin’ my raps, don’t you know i’m ’bout my co-sign?
i might hit this b-tch, i ain’t seen her in a long time
advise you play it cool, that’s best bet, but sh-t, who am i?
your last day on earth, if you speak, bro, i said it nice
a million streams a month, n-gga, beat it, i don’t gotta sign
big mac on me, rest in peace to a small fry
don’t [?], b-tches suck ’cause they don’t shinе
small amount of worries, lookin’ mad, p is so odd
n-ggas tryna put they two cents and thеn drop dimes
another one bites the dust, opposition flatlined, ugh

[chorus: blue pesos]
all in my comments actin’ g-y, n-gga, f-ck off
empty handed, b-tch, is you stupid? sh-t, f-ck off
spendin’ all your time tryna compete, n-ggas broke bums
no, you can’t eat off my plate, n-gga, f-ck off
sh-t
all in my comments actin’ g-y, n-gga, f-ck off
empty handed, b-tch, is you stupid? sh-t, f-ck off
spendin’ all your time tryna compete, n-ggas broke bums
n-gga
no, you can’t eat off my plate, n-gga, f-ck off
[verse 2: duffy]
holdin’ d-ck, go get some money, n-gga, f-ck off
in other words, beat it, kick rocks, n-gga, get lost
we keep scorin’ on these n-ggas, they ain’t touch the ball
i think she like me ’cause my neck like niagara falls
sh-t, these n-ggas cornb-lls
all talk to pippy longstocking out, then jaws drop
never will i fall, if i do, get up and dust off
i’ve been chasin’ uchies all night, a lot of missed calls
he ain’t never slid on nothin’, that’s a man’s job
make a move, holes in him like he spongebob
i’ll k!ll him, bro, the arguin’ ain’t necessary
i know she love me, lost connection when she said it to me
told her, “add to the collection, bae, we stackin’ chili”
too greedy, kept goin’ once i got a taste of winnin’
cold demon, i ain’t mean to have no bad intentions
same old draco on me, shootin’ like a new invention
i be trippin’, always nervous, hear it in my rhythm?
if you ain’t family, bro, i’m barely even cool with n-ggas
who is he? i heard his block taped in white chalk
i’m in neiman marcus spillin’ mud, yeah, this wockhardt

- otm

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