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letra de raising hell - sakitaro

[intro]
ay, ay
yuh
f-ck that (ay, ay)
check out how i’m coming in on this b-tch
ha (yuh)
ay, ay

[chorus]
ok what the f-ck do you think? (ay)
like i got a blade on me n-gga throw shade on me n-gga you and god gone link (uh)
send you up to heaven n-gga we expel you shoot off your nose just like the sphinx (uh)
but we raising h-ll n-gga you catch them sh-lls like it’s mo’f-cking tmnt (huh)
cause i know how these b-tch n-ggas think (yuh yuh)

[verse 1]
your b-tch ride on me like a mo’f-cking rodeo
she leave your ass she said she like my flow you know
catch you lying clip extend like pinocchio
your b-tch acting childish n-gga are you tokyo?

cops pull up try to end our conversation
hop out the whip smoke em turn em to bacon
n-ggas want cash the same n-ggas who hating
we got the addy we disintegrate em (ay)
your b-tch going coo coo she all on my coco puffs
pull out the 223 i shut that n-gga up
he strapped he dumb if he thinking i give a f-ck
out with the gang now he shocked yeah he better buck

why these b-tch ass n-ggas get to switching when we pulling up
i just stay back hitting all my shots that n-gga out of luck
y’all n-ggas b-tches be hating i don’t even relate to my music so why do you give a f-ck

b-tch get hit with a choppa ain’t gone stop
untill i get rich neck underwater ain’t no problem (yeah)
wrist ocean, slaying sharks i call it oscar
n-gga cry like a b-tch he a toddler run his watch (uh, yuh, uh)

act like it but i know that you not hard, b-tch
you ain’t got no figures you broke n-gga starving
try run up n-gga we get to sparking
i up my glock make the metal talk like jarvis (uh)

slap a b-tch n-gga
call the paramedics cause i know that he gone miss, n-gga
i don’t need no glock i run up on him with a switch, n-gga
i know that he mad at me just cause i f-cked his b-tch, n-gga

nah, gotta stop it my rolly slide like it’s ice i don’t tik tok (yeah)
i roll up on n-ggas and i up my glock
just for finitive money lil n-gga i don’t need to talk (yeah)
[chorus]
ok what the f-ck do you think? (ay)
like i got a blade on me n-gga throw shade on me n-gga you and god gone link (uh)
send you up to heaven n-gga we expel you shoot off your nose just like the sphinx (uh)
but we raising h-ll n-gga you catch them sh-lls like it’s mof-cking tmnt
cause i know how these b-tch n-ggas think (ay, ay, ay)

[verse 2]
me and your b-tch we gone bang like an 808
call me a barber make that n-gga fade away
hold out my glock like a fist bump they n-ggas be racist they letting me hang like the kkk
run up the gang we leave em saying “may-day-may-“
i keep a glock on me for n-ggas, stay away
tryna to run up on me a n-gga saying grace
leave that boy out in the sun just like a raisin grape (uh)

[outro]
(ay, huh) i just got a glock we up the score
them n-ggas ain’t been round here before
we show em the exit them n-ggas run for it
i tell em like-
(tell ‘em like- b-tch)
them b-tches ain’t get no gwap before
that’s why they ain’t get no-
ha, f-ck that sh-t bruh
(ay, huh, ay)

- sakitaro

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