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letra de lil sad horse - r.i.e (rap)

yeah

man, f-ck that b-tch, she a little sad b-tch
talkin’ bout how he never spent a bag on her wrist, man
that’s a “h-ll no” hoe
that’s a real no-go
she can do it solo
every day be yolo
talkin’ bout a bad influence
these young boys just can’t do it like i do it
get the fluid like a radiator
v12 and this b-tch sayin’ “see ya later”
shoes alligator
but that’s faux though
don’t talk about no dough hoe
you know his bread shorter than frodo
these boys think they cold
but to me they’re weird like some motherf-ckin’ froyo
i got a friend, he’s a real sad boy
his girlfriend left him for a real bad boy
told him, “that’s a sad story
pour up this 40
i’ma get a shorty
she gon’ be here shortly
so get the f-ck off your lil sad horse
i got that gas, we be whippin’ that porsche
yeah, expel fumes like a f-ckin’ exhaust
we be screamin’ this sh-t ’til our voices get ho-rs-”

yeah, yeah, 200 on the gas, but the porsche be electric
she too high maintenance, that’s hectic
wanna go to france, i don’t f-ck with that like brexit
highway to heaven, first exit
told him if i had a penny for each of my exes
i would have at least 50 cent, b-tch
g-unit
any problem you gon’ have, trust me, homie, we gon’ breeze through that
like fishnets
let me see which b-tch next
got a hoe from the hood, i ain’t hit yet
you can go ahead and l!ck that
she cold, ice-pick that

i got a friend, he’s a real sad boy
his girlfriend left him for a real bad boy
told him, “that’s a sad story
pour up this 40
i’ma get a shorty
she gon’ be here shortly
so get the f-ck off your lil sad horse
i got that gas, we be whippin’ that porsche
yeah, expel fumes like a f-ckin’ exhaust
we be screamin’ this sh-t ’til our voices get ho-rs-”
we don’t tiptoe
and we don’t tip hoes
if she don’t strip clothes
then like nachos
we gotta dip, bro
feels like narcos
cause she wanna sniff, so
gotta make a trip, bro
don’t condone that
put the chrome where her motherf-ckin’ dome at
tell her she can get her sh-t blown back
on to the next b-tch
they keep comin’ down
like it’s motherf-ckin’ tetris
slay her
any shape, any flavor
please don’t ever save her
just savour
catch my drift like a f-ckin’ windbreaker

- r i e rap

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