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letra de heart attack! - skimobanz

[verse 1]
ditty bop, through the spot, opposition had a heart attack
we can bring the smoke to your door, or your welcome mat
neck too heavy every pendant like an artifact
your b-tch suckin’ d-ck for a gram, why she offer that?
young k!ller ridin’ with 2 sticks in a new beamer
b-tch wanna cuff skimobanz, she a big dreamer
this b-tch think i’m in love, but she just a skeezer
big dawg break the b-tch walls, then it’s off to leave her
i smoke dope with my demons, and you smoke reggie
b-tch was too broke on her knees wantin’ two pennies
came through thе section off wok, mix it with the henny
shе sucked the soul out of me when she gave becky
i think i’m finally gettin’ why they mad they lookin’ at a bag
only time the opposition shoot is during laser tag
imma pull up, wipe your nose, with a choppa, not a rag
hunnid bands stuffed in my jeans the reason skimo sag
your b-tch walkin’ naked tryna get my attention
now i might shoot up the spot, but that wasn’t even my intention
but you was actin’ like opps and just tryna flood in the mentions
so we brought the stick to your door to make sure you learned a lesson
how the f-ck i scared of a p-ssy claimin’ he this?
then switch to a crip
walk up on him pistol whip in the lip
and your b-tch was ridin’ the d-ck
when i’m in the vip
clutchin choppas, but i’m grabbin’ her tits
i’m movin’ some sh-t
f-ck her until she gettin’ stupid off d-ck
but i ain’t worried ‘bout the b-tch unless she talkin’ ‘bout some paper
put it in her smooth, but homie i could never date her
neck so cold need a f-ckin’ radiator
so hop off my d-ck, watch me spend a band and do it nice
i got his hoe on my d-ck, what’s there not to like?
i heard you mad at me, so you wanna play with life
if you plottin’ on the gang, you better pray you do it right
trippin’ when you walk around we put you in a grave
to be honest, by the way i sell the rock im billy mays
nut in her throat, off top, she made the silly face
hoppin’ in a foreign with a broad, and speed race
tell the truth ‘bout your hoe she a big slobber
i ain’t even f-ckin’ with the b-tch she a tik toker
that ain’t ice on your neck, that’s legit copper
why the f-ck she smellin like my d-ck? because i just popped her
ha! b-tch shut up
me and pcf came through the party tryna cut up
opps be steady lookin’ out the window case i run up
but i’m with they b-tch and imma send them back by sun up

- skimobanz

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