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letra de blaziken freestyle - saucedad69

[verse 1: saucedad69]
ay
wakin’ up late, on jet lag
ay
shorty wanna f-ck with (saucedad)
i get to work and i flip that
you and your hoes are so sad
tell lil shawty come back, she so bad
talk sh-t, and you end up with a toe tag
she wanna talk the peace
i’m stackin’ it, income is cuttin’, no different
been smokin’ on tree, this sh-t smell like it’s cinnamon
ship out a pack and i keep it like synonym
dump at your party, i pull up with mini-me
hit ’em with flame kicks like a blaziken
n-ggas talk sh-t, go f-ck hoes with a double chin
beat down this block with a drum and a war ship
[verse 2: sadtrojan]
i’m in the whip and i’m mighty to seein’ her
shawty, she want me, but no i don’t need her
my pockets so d-mn fat, call ’em peter
she don’t want you because i am just cleaner
they bad at me, okay, follow the leader
i am so sick, i think i got a fever
my lime is cold like they came out the freezer
she said she miss me, i told her forget that
new choppa on me, i told ’em to get back
i had yo’ b-tch, and no i don’t regret that
fresh side of love, you know i never meant that, huh
you got a whip, but you rip that heart
your breaths ain’t here, need a tic tac, huh
ask her to snap and she slit that heart
takin’ them out, never did that, huh

[verse 3: saucedad69]
i’m tryna stare in your fortune
i’m tryna get on the forbes list
i need a b-tch that’s gorgeous
i need to buy me some more sh-t
n-gga, you cannot afford this
my b-tch is bad, and she foreign
rockets, you n-gga, we soarin’
thumb in this b-tch like i’m babykin
washin’ that dirty lil b-tch like it’s listerine
n-ggas talk soup, he got hit with a special beam
listen up folks, the same color is messy cleats
she wanna kick it, b-tch this ain’t no soccer team
beatin’ my sh-ts like i’m hercules
double kick to your head, smokin’ opp cake
thought that you had me, lil n-gga step back
suck on this sh-t like i walked to a thumb tack
diamonds and pearls, they be on me, i’m keeped up
n-ggas be stressed, but i’m chillin’, i got my feet kicked up
this sh-t for the purse, call that pip luck
fire right on the side of me, you f-cked up
lil danem got hit with a uppercut
ay, you still tryna press, but i’m no boy
b-tch leave hoes, i got no love
and i ghost that b-tch, i will not cuff
but i don’t like the b-tch, but i’m drunken, and f-ck it
i pull up and flex in that b-tch on discussion
i’m gettin’ this money, no time for the face
just straight to the top, no concussion
[outro]
(saucedad)

- saucedad69

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