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letra de 4am freestyle at helluva - pm capo

[intro: pm capo]
(ooh, sav k!lled it)
ayy

[verse 1: pm capo]
if you ain’t never shot an opp, you ain’t gettin’ in
girly smokin’ d-ck for two hours, why she hittin’ kids?
ayy, call it child abuse
doggy pulled up, thought he had a sale, we ain’t buy the juice
yeah, this one on the house
doggy, he ain’t tryna learn his lesson, i caught him out
p-ssy, should’ve stayed in school
he asked if i was hittin’ his b-tch, nah, i hate her too
caught my b-tch f-ckin’ on a goofy, i laced her food
hah, okay, april fools
before you see me stressin’ ’bout a b-tch, i’ll bake a moose
i ain’t mj, but i got players that’s paid to hoop
i got an sk, but told ace to shoot
it could be broad day, he’ll still make the news
told girly pimp her p-ssy, i don’t pay for cooch
bring the rémy, hold thе d’ussé, i don’t make the rules
ayy, korеan barba’ for the win
lil’ b-tch kept stuntin’ with the p-ssy, so i f-cked her friend
heard dog was sleepin’ on the gang, nina tucked him in
your drop not lockin’ up, ’cause when you stirred, you ain’t put no muscle in
fat n-gga, ask me if i ever shared lunchables
she told me put a molly in her drink, then she clair huxtable
n-gga got robbed tryna link my b-tch, she unf-ckable
these n-ggas postin’ poles when they ain’t bustin’ ’em
gang runnin’ through ’em, y’all suckers cuffin’ ’em
y’all n-ggas still tryna find the plug, i just ate lunch with him
[verse 2: rio da yung og]
let me see the carfax on that p-ssy, i ain’t f-ckin’ you
got ten switches, so every shootout, it’s a w
know some n-ggas with some dracos who ain’t got nothin’ to lose
we just seen dog in somerset and chased him out his shoes
your mama nice as h-ll, i just sl!ck-talked her out her blues
i ain’t got sh-t in my bookbag but a lot of blues
moncler bubble vest off the prada dukes
feel good when a stranger tell you they proud of you
lou showed me the cheat code, it’s gettin’ hard to lose
n-gga, i’ll pop your ass up, i won’t argue you
have you ever poured wock’ in your cereal?
i just served this old white b-tch, she look like mireille
just hit this bad pontiac b-tch that look like miracle
i put carats in the cross, let’s get spiritual
twelve years for the strap, he a habitual
just paid thirty racks for the oyster perpetual
yeah, we in the same race, but i’m ahead of you
d-mn, you just swallowed everything? girl, i’m scared of you
finna take a rap n-gga chain, i’ll wear it too
dirty-ass pop, i just poured bacteria
i got an uncle smoke 51s, but he sell it too
talkin’ crazy on the iphone, we went federal

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