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letra de midas - sakitaro

[intro]
taro sh-t b-tch
yuh ooh
(it’s kosfinger baby)
ay ay (i don’t even know how to start on this sh-t)
ay ay ay yuh
ay yuh
ay ay

[pre-chorus]
you a lil bum ass b-tch
run quick type of n-gga, “where my hug?” ass b-tch
i’m gonna pull up with a stick
run a n-gga all his sh-t
if he snitch uppercut that b-tch
you too broke it ain’t a l!ck
couple grams and that’s it
put that n-gga in a blunt real quick
i put a patek in my wrist
and a birkin to my b-tch
’cause you know i had to stunt real quick

i go anywhere without a budget
pull up reckless up on any set cause ain’t a day that go that i’m not clutching
hold my breath until i get that check and you gone never hit me with assumptions
hit my chest with sh-t we got from theft, man i could never sell it to the function
i smoke it all before the budget
[chorus]
told you lil b-tch you can’t feel me (uh)
shawty said she wanna f-ck with a rеal g
you gonna f-ck with the real me (uh)
pull up on any block wе going 6 deep
we ain’t gone leave ’til it’s empty (uh)
smoking on any thot that within 6 feet
if not my b-tch she would k!ll me (uh)
put ’em to sleep not gently (uh, yeah)

pull up knockers on the block f-ck a vest
hundred shots (uh), only up from the neck
only headshots we will not hit your chest
pull the trigger, i ain’t missing if you shot then you dead
for my n-ggas i ain’t switching if a glock is to my head
i ain’t trip over a b-tch and i will not til i’m dead
he was b-tching for a minute got him knocked and he bled
if you dissing on my n-ggas you will not live again (huh)

[verse]
b-tch, the f-ck you even talking about?
talk all that sh-t get him hit, we gone walk him down
we pull up quick we gone get him, we shot him down
he in a spliff told that n-gga we’d mark him out
he in a whip so we dent it and park it now
he got a b-tch then i’m in it within an hour
fourth of july how my n-ggas gone spark it out
‘course got my nine how you think i’m gonna walk without it
[pre-chorus]
you a lil bum ass b-tch
run quick type of n-gga, “where my hug?” ass b-tch
i’m gonna pull up with a stick
run a n-gga all his sh-t
if he snitch uppercut that b-tch
you too broke it ain’t a l!ck
couple grams and that’s it
put that n-gga in a blunt real quick
i put a patek in my wrist
and a birkin to my b-tch
’cause you know i had to stunt real quick

[chorus]
told you lil b-tch you can’t feel me (uh
shawty said she wanna f-ck with a real g
you gonna f-ck with the real me (uh)
(pull-) pull up on any block we going six deep
we ain’t gone leave ’til it’s empty (uh)
(smoking-) smoking on any thot that within six feet
if not my b-tch she would k!ll me (uh)
put ’em to sleep not gently (uh, yeah)
pull up knockers on the block f-ck a vest
(hundred-) hundred shots (uh), only up from the neck
(only-) only headshots we will not hit your chest
pull the trigger, i ain’t missing if you shot then you dead
for my n-ggas i ain’t switching if a glock is to my head
i ain’t trip over a b-tch and i will not til i’m dead
he was b-tching for a minute got him knocked and he bled
if you dissing on my n-ggas you will not live again (huh)

[ouro]
you lil bum ass b-tch
run quick type of n-gga
(you will not live again)
i’m gone pull up with a
run a n-gga all his
(on my n-ggas you will not live again)
not a l!ck
couple grams and that’s-
put a n-gga in a-
ay
i put a patek on my-
and a birkin to my-
’cause you know i had to stunt real quick (ay)
yuh
yuh yuh
ay ay
yuh yuh
ay ay
ay ooh ay
told you lil b-tch you can’t feel me (uh)
you gonna f-ck with the real me (uh)
we ain’t gone leave ’til it’s empty (uh)
smoking on any thot that within 6 feet
if not my b-tch she would k!ll me (uh)
put ’em to sleep on gently (uh, yeah)

- sakitaro

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