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letra de copy! 2 - -prey & grioten

[chorus]
yuh, godd-mn, b-tch, you know i never lose
finna make another hit, you gon‘ end up in the news
motherf-cker wanna shoot, run it back, times two
we go make it to the top, b-tch, you lookin‘ like a fool
like d-mn, i’ve been feelin‘ like a god
if you wanna pull up, better bring your f-ckin‘ dogs
i‘ma take you all at once, b-tch. i’m feeling juiced up
you, i’m a top g, i‘ma put you through the rut

[verse]
like b-tch, i don’t wanna deal with your sh-t
if you say another word, i‘ma send you off a cliff
when i pull to the crib, all i do is shoot rizz
why your heart so cold, but you’re ass so thick? (m-th-f-cka like)
f-ck yo feelings, ego to the ceiling
i ain’t f-ckin‘ playin‘ games, b-tch, the money’s what i’m feening
if you pull up with a gyat, i‘ma fill that sh-t with s-m-n
if you pull up with a pack, m-th-f-cka we go stеal ‘em
like, i‘m a road runner, whеn i see the bag
pull up to your crib, b-tch, you better pay your tax
i‘ma blow your f-cking brains out, like a m-th-f-ckin‘ sax
only way you finna win, is if i end up with some lag like
when i pull with the shooters, you go end up in a grave
i don’t give a f-ck about your streams, they all are f-cking fake
if you wanna be friend, then get the f-ck up out my way
why you talking that sh-t, when you ain’t got nothin‘ to say?
yuh, i know that you copy and you m-th-f-ckin‘ paste
i don’t wanna see your bullsh-t anymore, get out my face
yuh, pull up in an e45, no cap, when i look you, i can’t hold back
(ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
i don’t give a f-ck about you, b-tch, i’m gonna be a god
b-tch, i’m gonna be the best, b-tch, i’m gonna be on top
i’m a demon in disguise, b-tch, i’m never gonna stop (yuh)
whippin‘ in the kitchen making m-th-f-ckin‘ bangers
yeah, b-tch i am a gem, left, right, and f-ckin‘ center
if you wanna be my b-tch, bring a friend so i can bang her (yuh)
ashley, look at me, b-tch i’m better (m-th-f-cka, i just started)
i ain’t going nowhere, b-tch, i’ll make it to the carpet
i don’t wanna see you whine, get the f-ck up, f-ckin‘ want it
took a long time, now i got my f-ckin‘ sh-t
better get your ass up, don’t throw a f-ckin‘ fit
b-tch, you know i f-ckin‘ thugged that sh-t out
cookin‘ f-ckin‘ dope in the m-th-f-ckin‘ playhouse
pop a f-ckin‘ perc, now i’m micky f-ckin‘ mouse
if you don’t f-ck with my sh-t, i‘ma leave you out the house
[outro]
like d-mn, i’ve been feeling like a god
if you wanna pull up, better bring your f-ckin‘ dogs
i‘ma take you all at once, b-tch, i’m feeling juiced up
you i’m a top g, i‘ma put you through the rut
like b-tch, i don’t wanna deal with your sh-t
if you say another word, i‘ma send you off a cliff
when i pull to the crib, all i do is shoot rizz
why your heart so cold but you’re ass so thick? m-th-f-cka like—

- prey grioten

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