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letra de offthewall - saucedad69

[intro]
(saucedad69)

[verse]
b-tch, i’m off the f-ckin’ wall, i’m out here kickin’ sh-t
real gun got me godly, b-tch i’m with the sh-ts
never let your guard down, b-tch i’m out here sn-tchin’ sh-t
got destroyed on brawl, prolly ’bout to go and split your b-tch
i will never fold, b-tch i’m ten toes to the ground
empty out a clip, b-tch i counted, that’s a hundred rounds
b-tch i cannot miss, red dot, aim steady
hold the trigger to my hip, get the blindfolds (ay) ready, b-tch
choppa made the n-gga hit the dash, that’s a headshot
bullets had this n-gga flippin’ hard like a laptop
beat a p-ssy n-gga to the earth until his heart stop
addicts pumpin’ red, b-tch i’m zooted, no i can’t stop
swingin’ on a n-gga if i catch that boy on sight
that lil n-gga, why you hit my phone talkin’ ’bout a fight?
you a l!ck, you a b-tch, you gon’ get hit with a stick
imma mow yo’ ass down, n-gga this exceed the clip
ay, this hyper beam just f-ckin’ reloaded
i’m a mothaf-ckin’ god to this lil n-gga stomp potent
imma steal a n-gga b-tch, put some air walk spray jokin’
imma light a n-gga up, which and dory better pray that i miss
put the sh-t to his chest, make him wish he had a vest
wipin’ nose, i won’t’ stop until you take your last breath
know that n-gga missin’ t–th, like he straight up hit the meth
imma straight up dig his b-tch, put that sh-t on down her name
n-gga wanted all this lopin, now he got cancer
i will never stop makin’ moves, b-tch i’m no dancer
f-ck a n-gga b-tch to the beat, ’cause he’s gon’ have a naked
air rollin’ with a hundred round drum
n-gga pull up with a pistol, imma hop out with a shawty
forty f-ckin’ sh-lls, b-tch i’m aimin’ for a body
and i’m tim boot too, with a b-tch give me sloppy
vans on my feet, n-gga who gon’ f-ckin’ stop me?
b-tch

- saucedad69

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