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letra de ambivert - sadboyshaq

[intro]
don’t wanna relocate, i wanna see your face
i’m runnin’ down this f-ckin’ bottle, see how much i take
and man, i can’t complain, but this is all a waste
i’m sick and tired of tryin’ to redirect f-ckin’ pain
he think this sh-t a game, b-tch, i ain’t came to play
i’m tryna free my shooters out that box, like an arcade
he fly up, david blaine, but yeah, that sh-t a shame
and all my n-ggas they pull up inside that f-ckin’ tank

[verse]
shawty got that ass, she got that turkey meat
he think he big until this glock come out, now he ain’t hercules
been doin’ this sh-t for so f-ckin’ long, you know you’ve heard of me
b-tch, have urgency, this chop remove your limbs like it’s surgery
ain’t a cannon, b-tch, i’m bringin’ h-lla drums out
i’m spinnin’ with that fatal blow, but i ain’t talkin’ kung pow
b-tch, have fun now, this choppa be vibratin’ like a drum sound
shoot him in his face, i’m high as f-ck, i d-mn near couldin’ come down
sh-t, i couldn’t do that sh-t no more
he act high, we send ’em low
you big and tough, we k!ll you and yo’ f-ckin’ bro, just send that lo’
f-ck, don’t know why they left me
brand new chop, like yes, please
send his ass to h-ll inside that cell just like he epstein
i play so good but i don’t got no ring, i feel like jeff t
this chop athletic, this b-tch start to kick just like it’s jet li
of course he did
i got a n-gga, of course he spin
he ain’t hit you the first go around, so i told that n-gga to go spin again
we outside, we campin’ his house
when he come out, we k!ll all his friends
i want him to crawl when he come out
don’t aim for the head, just aim for the limbs
ain’t zach & cody, b-tch, i’m not yo’ twin
that boy think that he a shark until we catch him then cut off his fins
i got the powers, turn into a demon, b-tch, i feel like jin
i ask allah to clear me and forgive of all of my sins
yeah, we see ’em in that truck and we packin’ ’em in
when i cut the beam off, i show him how the laser dim
[outro]
ain’t a cannon, b-tch, i’m bringin’ h-lla drums out
i’m spinnin’ with that fatal blow, but i ain’t talkin’ kung pow
b-tch, have fun now, this choppa be vibratin’ like a drum sound
shoot him in his face, i’m high as f-ck, i d-mn near couldin’ come down
check in with your city, know you cannot come ’round
b-tch, no, you not gibby, b-tch, pull your shirt down
when that choppa clappin’, it’s gon’ make a twerk sound
(and all my n-ggas they pull up inside that f-ckin’ tank)

- sadboyshaq

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