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letra de my thoughts - shutupshy

[intro]
these just some lil’ thoughts that come out my head

[verse]
so much pain in these woods, but i’m still hurtin’
tryna find a cheaper way tire but i’m still workin’
y’all sick i came rappin’ on a b-tch
soundin’ better than your favorite rapper with this sh-t
they like, “shy, all you rap about is fightin'”
until a b-tch beat my ass, sh-t, that’s what i’ma keep writin’
and on the realest tip (what?), i’m the realest b-tch
he blowin’ up my phone while i’m blowin’ on some chill sh-t (ayy)
nowadays, supportin’, man, you d-ck suckin’
if you ain’t the n-gga with the strap, then you the n-gga duckin’
if she call a n-gga bro her bestie, then that’s who she f-cked
if all you n-ggas claim that you a shooter, then why the f-ck you tuckin’?
huh?
walkin’ ’round like i’m big homie
b-tches walkin’ ’round like they bougie, but they big phony
n-ggas walkin’ ’round talkin’ down ’cause they b-tch want me
b-tch wanna talk goofy, she a clown who ain’t got sh-t on me
n-ggas flashin’ petty money, b-tch, who raised you?
tellin’ all your n-ggas you got shot, b-tch, it grazed you
thinkin’ she got one up on the kid, b-tch, i played you
captain say she busted on the ‘gram, b-tch, i made you (act like you know)
this life, right idea, wrong b-tch, huh?
i’m like i was trippin’, you know i love talkin’ my sh-t now
just gettin’ started with this rap sh-t but i’m not a rookie
if you want me on a feature, sh-t, you better book me (you better book me)
y’all better boss up or get bossed around
talkin’ to my fave, i need the hook or should i play around?
he like, “f-ck it, all bars if you want a clown”
i’m like, man, i’m talkin’ wet as h-ll, ’bout to make ’em drown
put you in the shark tank, present you to the big fish
investin’ in my business, oh, now it’s gettin’ serious
oh, now this n-gga seasick
his n-ggas walkin’ on the sea, my babies slowly creepin’
he beggin’ and he pleadin’
on my city girls’ sh-t, like it’s that season
where n-ggas get to dyin’ for no f-ckin’ reason
i’m tryna wake ’em up, sh-t, they steady sleepin’
the love be so fake, they talkin’ ’bout i’m decent
b-tch, i’m a f-ckin’ demon, and y’all gon’ believe me (i will)
but anyways, let’s talk ’bout these rappin’ b-tches
i ain’t gon’ say much, but i brung out the rappin’ b-tches
not sayin’ that y’all sleep, ’cause that sh-t really trap out with n-ggas
twinnin in with gang like that sh-t really ass on, n-gga (that sh-t really ass, my n-gga)
that’s why i just laugh at b-tches
(and i come back and then i say what?)
i ain’t no bully ’round this b-tch but i got receipts
knockin’ b-tches down like i pulled the wrong jenga piece
you would support me, then i’d love you, f-ck everybody else
i never asked you hoes for a favor, b-tch, f-ck your help
n-ggas been so weird lately and it’s crazy
i don’t know, ’cause it’s like they envy and they hate me
but i swear i’m takin’ over, just keep f-ckin’ with y’all baby, man
just keep f-ckin’ with y’all baby
f-ck is you talkin’ about?

- shutupshy

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