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letra de “blackout fever” - raiikold vega

[intro]
raiikold vega in this motherf-cker (on gang!)
okay, ho (yeah!)
let’s run it up, n-gga (run it up!)
jetson, turn me the f-ck up (turn me up!)

[chorus]
in a matte black whip with yo’ b-tch tryna grab me (grab me, b-tch!)
she wanna f-ck ’cause she know my name stay flashy (flashy, ho!)
ice everywhere on my neck, sh-t splashy (splash-splash!)
i’m sick as f-ck, b-tch, i got money allergies (money sneezin’, b-tch!)
crazy-ass b-tch say my vibe too tragic (tragic, yeah!)
swim in her body like i’m deep-sea magic (magic, ho!)
try me wrong? i ain’t playin’, i’m spazzin’ (spazzin’, b-tch!)
late night vibes got the whole spot crackin’ (crackin’, ho!)
my b-tch too fine, look like she pageant status (bad as h-ll!)
these ain’t no forces, they luxury fabric (luxury, b-tch!)
stick to the bag like magnets in traffic (stuck-on-that-bag!)
step on a hater like they small-ass habits (stomp-stomp, b-tch!)
got twenty-one moods, boy, i bend these patterns (bend ’em!)
all my hoes want designer, expensive matters (spoiled, ho!)
i like freak b-tches that get filthy faster (filthy!)
hit from the back while she moan “go faster!” (go faster, b-tch!)

[verse]
i’m stuffin’ stacks on stacks—fives, tens, twenties, fifties, hunnids (hunnids, b-tch!)
i’m f-ckin’ bad b-tches daily and flexin’ on n-ggas, they sick to they stomachs (puke, b-tch!)
i grind hard as f-ck for them broke-ass days, h-ll nah, i ain’t runnin’ from nothin’ (never!)
been cheatin’ on this ho for months, but she dumb as f-ck, she ain’t see that comin’ (stupid!)
my homie get rich off flips, you go broke tryna copy that sh-t (broke-ass!)
right now i’m with a freak lil’ ho, she beggin’ me to do wild-ass sh-t (nasty-ass b-tch!)
i woke up touchin’ all this cash like the bills my b-tch (money baby!)
you n-ggas cry over hoes, man, that sh-t so b-tch (b-tch behavior!)
n-ggas flat as f-ck, energy weak as sh-t (weak b-tch!)
i’m chasin’ this money, ho, i’m the goat of it (goat-ho!)
yo’ b-tch addicted to me like a dopamine hit (hit-hit!)
she swear she love vega, she don’t know nothin’ legit (fake-ass love!)
got what i wished for like i summoned three b-tches (genie, ho!)
my money counter beep so much it glitchin’ (beep-beep, b-tch!)
after i f-ck, she gone—ain’t no sentimental switchin’ (bye b-tch!)
that ho a demon, swear her tongue do wicked (wicked-ass tongue!)
she wanna chill, but b-tch i ain’t playin’ no fifa (no games!)
my wrist too icy, feel like it dipped in a freezer (cold b-tch!)
i keep droppin’ hoes, ain’t found one keeper (nope!)
i wake up with racks like i dreamt ’bout deeper (deeper racks, ho!)
i got a money disease, b-tch, i’m coughin’ in cash (cough-cough, racks!)
whole day flooded with bags, i’m drownin’ in stash (drownin’!)
my vibe too crazy, b-tch, i move too fast (too fast, b-tch!)
everything i touch turn big, no half (big sh-t!)
[chorus]
in a matte black whip with yo’ b-tch tryna grab me (grab me, b-tch!)
she wanna f-ck ’cause she know we stay flashy (flashy ho!)
ice everywhere on my neck, sh-t splashy (splash!)
i’m sick as f-ck, b-tch, i got money allergies (achoo!)
crazy-ass b-tch say my vibe too tragic (tragic b-tch!)
swim in her body like oceanic magic (magic!)
try the gang wrong? i’m spazzin’ dramatic (dramatic b-tch!)
late night vibes got the whole spot crackin’ (crackin’ ho!)
my b-tch too fine, look like she pageant status (goddess!)
these ain’t no nikes, they rich-ass fabric (rich b-tch!)
stick to the bag like magnets in traffic (stuck ho!)
step on a hater like a f-ckin’ bad habit (crush!)
got twenty-one moods, b-tch, i stay savage (savage ho!)
all my hoes want designer baggage (spoiled!)
i like freak b-tches that get nasty faster (nasty!)
hit from the back while she screamin’ “faster!” (faster b-tch!)

[outro]
nasty-ass hoes (nasty!)
designer bags everywhere (everywhere!)
raiikold vega too cold in this b-tch (cold ho!)
yeah
on gang (on gang!)

- raiikold vega

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