letra de h^ppy_b1rthday.aiff - skylin & dazed?!
[intro]
bro, you seem to never f-ckin wanna push with us bro, like i swear, like
enlighten me, motherf-cker
[verse 1: skylin]
f-ckin’ with the wrong one, i promise i will not miss, b-tch
this a glock— it don’t do no f-cking distance
promise if you keep on talkin’ sh-t, i’ll air out london
who the f-cking f-ck is— you best get yo—
how the f-ck you feel confident enough to talk sh-t?
you look like sh-ggy but rogue, that n-gga a tooth pick
talkin’ ’bout some “the streets chose me”
but i don’t think that’s the case
got your mother stressing saying—
“but what about your grades?”
when is— droppin’? that’s that sh-t that no one asked
if i walk in (adrenaline cycles) can i find you in the back?
[interlude: skylin]
yeah, uh, i need some help gettin’ somе uh—
hold on, is you— i got something to say (what?)
[verse 2: skylin]
better watch your mouth ‘causе you was crying to me back then
talkin all that sh-t, like i know yo daddy inside in the pen
better pray to god all the inmates wasn’t inside of him
then your father wouldn’t be a man, he’d be a bottom, b-tch
every time you post a song, sheldon is sucking on your d-ck
at this point make him put on a dress ‘n’ then call him your b-tch
you talked about weed for like half of your song, that ain’t a diss
bet you wouldn’t come and dox me, find out my flavor of linux
you can’t really f-ck with me, i’m ready for these enemies
i been doin’ this for years, i program root kits with much ease
better be a good boy, i’d hate to tell yo momma—
[interlude]
ew, it’s all on my monitor!
oh my god
[verse 3: dazed?!]
if you hard then i wanna see you shoot, b-tch
we know you won’t and i promise you ain’t cool, b-tch
why do all yo homies blow yo d-ck when you drop sh-t?
yo pfp on discord corny ’cause you chopped shyt (ha)
pr-pr-pressing my brothers like pressin’ the number to call up that deadbeat in jail
i’m-i’m-i’m moving harder but, b-tch, i am younger, so tell me what’ll that entail?
talk about guns but you don’t even tote you a beam and you workin’ at walmart
b-tch, i’ma pull up to ‘tucky, yo fat bro won’t help, he movin’ like paul blart, yeah
[bridge: dazed?!]
petty b-tches movin’ stupid, do not try that sh-t
yeah, yeah, yeah
[verse 4: dazed?!]
yo daddy gettin’ f-cked inside them cells
how you feel ’bout that?
bro built like a twig, i’ll break his arms
how he snap like that?
does— f-cking know bout the way that you move? yeah—
get the f-ck off of his d-ck, he probably snaking you
this ain’t all, this b-tch moving like a wh0re, yeah
started in a ‘cord, this b-tch make me f-cking bored, i was told that— had some
filthy f-cking b-tch, you got no self respect so i’ll throw a f-cking fit, ugh
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