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letra de tron flow - pcajay

[intro]
hahaha, jerry, what the f-ck?

[chorus: pcajay]
tweet this song, give no f-cks about no d-mn typer
i could give a d-mn about lil’ dora, i’m the top swiper
b-tch, i’m geeked off this perc’ like a nerd, know i’m too hyper
i could sell out all these shows and i don’t need a d-mn flyer
shoutout to them sh-ttyboyz, we gon’ leave you sh-tty, boy
new gun, no h0m-, i’m gon’ have to get to hitting boys
i was down bad as a kid, playing with sh-tty toys
grown man and he ain’t making money? that’s a sh-tty choice

[verse 1: pcajay]
bad b-tch just saw me make a band, now she saying purr
i’ma shoot, that n-gga turned racist, start saying slurs
we just took your b-tch in front of you like, bruh, ain’t you hurt?
i just got a new hidden bin like, bruh, ain’t you heard?
fifteen glock n-ggas hiding in the bush like it’s fortnite
we gon’ k!ll the n-ggas, man, it’s on sight
i ain’t made a band today? n-gga, that’s a poor night
my b-tch finna suck my d-ck today, but i bet yours might
[verse 2: luisss]
yeah, this not a little glock, this a low torch
got a mansion in the hills that look like a port-a-fort
oh, you said you like my drip? yeah, that’s some’ you can’t afford
if orange was the new black, man, i would’ve been an orange
back out that glock and i told them to relax
why you got that gun on you? b-tch, i know you do not need that
feel like slump, i’m a god with the ski mask
with the glock, i go crazy, yeah, i need a rehab
tell this b-tch she need to stay six feet, she got omicron
yeah, we got glocks in the car like i’m megatron
got so many packages, my neighbors think i’m amazon
yeah, took the glock like a airport, this a carry-on
b-tch, she want my jingle bells like mariah carey on
told her, “get out my house and, yeah, just carry on”
yeah, just carry on, like what? (f-ck, i’m stupid, b-tch)

[verse 3: pcajay]
feel like i’m tisa’, f-ck her, then i dip
i got two racks on me, b-tch, i can’t trip (b-tch)
chop’ like it’s beyblade, we gon’ let it rip
he was talking out his mouth, so he got hit in his lip
x, i’m sipping tea inside his hood, this ain’t no lemonade
i just made a rack in sixty seconds, call it minute maid
talking on my gang, so we gon’ have to up the murder rate
i think that y’all n-ggas chumps because y’all really b-tch-made
[bridge: pcajay]
i feel like luisss, the chain a gold medal
these n-ggas know that they not on my level
claim he a demon, send him to the devil
it’s diamonds on my wrists, it’s like they some bezels
i feel like luisss, the chain a gold medal
these n-ggas know that they not on my level
claim he a demon, send him to the devil
it’s diamonds on my wrists, it’s like they some bezels

- pcajay

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