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letra de fw me - scy jimm

[intro]
d-mn, ayy
ayy
look

[chorus]
she claim she don’t suck d-ck, but she like to ride on it (ugh, ayy)
if x marks them f-ckin’ racks, i got my eyes on it (i got my eyes on it)
don’t say a prayer for me, say a prayer for my opponent (yeah)
go to war for all my brothers, chopper sing just like the jonas (grrlaow, grrlaow, ayy)
sit back, this money a prob’, don’t it? (yeah)
in a h-llcat on the first day (shh), put a thousand miles on it (skrrt, skrrt)
you n-ggas ain’t f-ckin’ with me, so they’d rather f-ck with me (yeah)
i done sold a whole ton, b-tch, i’m just a buck fifty

[verse]
shoot a n-gga like a movie (ayy)
can’t hang around these f-ck n-ggas (grrlaow), they be groupies (grrlaow), yeah
ayy, hit one of you n-ggas with a two-piece (hoo, hoo, hoo)
f-ckеd this b-tch, she say she love mе and she barely even knew me (ooh), d-mn (d-mn)
how the f-ck that work?
ayy, my chopper havin’ dance battles how that lil’ b-tch twerk (grrlaow, grrlaow)
i ain’t f-ckin’ with no skeezers, h-ll nah, i know my worth
n-gga, you gon’ need jesus, chopper take you off this earth (on god)
i knew i was a legend when my mama gave birth (b-tch)
i ain’t tryna ride no n-gga wave, nah, i don’t serve, b-tch
he say he was trappin’, he ain’t never serve sh-t
12 keep asking questions, b-tch, i ain’t heard sh-t (shh)
who want smoke with me? b-tch, i’m feeling like i’m nardo
h-ll yeah i come from nothing, bet i’m going far, though (yeah)
check my f-ckin’ stats, i’m doing numbers like a bar code (what?)
pull up on a n-gga all-black like charcoal
[chorus]
she claim she don’t suck d-ck, but she like to ride on it (ugh, ayy)
if x marks them f-ckin’ racks, i got my eyes on it (i got my eyes on it)
don’t say a prayer for me, say a prayer for my opponent (yeah)
go to war for all my brothers, chopper sing just like the jonas (grrlaow, grrlaow, ayy)
sit back, this money a prob’, don’t it? (yeah)
in a h-llcat on the first day (shh), put a thousand miles on it (skrrt, skrrt)
you n-ggas ain’t f-ckin’ with me, so they’d rather f-ck with me (yeah)
i done sold a whole ton, b-tch, i’m just a buck fifty

- scy jimm

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