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letra de 2x - skyte

[verse]
sippin’ that lean better with your b-tch
swear she a fiend, begging for the d-ck
i’m at the peak header of the list
i’m doing me, let them get the jist
i’ll make his cheek meet a n-gga fist
beyblade, i pull that sh-t back and i rip
i like my bread and my lettuce with chips
blue stacking, b-tch, i ain’t banging with crip
no, you can’t stay b-tch, go find you a lyft
don’t try to sneak diss thinking you sl!ck
i grab that heat quick, empty the clip
she on my meat, b-tch, get off my tip
you stuck on hoes i done already hit
currency magnet, that all that i get
drop that façade, boy, you just a b-tch
i got my rod, i ain’t missing sh-t
when i’m in the ring i can’t lose
b-tch, there ain’t no option
they tryna steal my sauce
had to put my kids up for adoption
i don’t even care bout the cost
if i like that sh-t, on god i’m copping
i can get you knocked out quick
we both know i ain’t talking boxing
b-tch, i’m the name of the town
hoe pull my pants down, d-ck slangin’ around
got a big ass clip with your name on the round
tiktok n-ggas want fame on a sound
my plug bless, cop came with a pound
don’t back down, b-tch, claim what you bout
you can be up, we still taking you down
infinity shots means infinity rounds (gang, gang)
[verse 2]
what you wanna do, lil’ n-gga?
get your hoe passed right alley-oop, lil’ n-gga
back then, i was just a rude ass n-gga
fast forward, now it’s times two that n-gga
track meet your b-tch, ran through that n-gga
boy, you can’t shoot where the hoop at, n-gga?
don’t have no relatives f-cking with me
wouldn’t wanna lose that n-gga, yeah
gang, i’m at his neck, b-tton tie (gang)
b-tch, i’m up and you cannot say otherwise (gang)
i put d-ck in her tummy, no b-tterfly (gang)
lyrics heating the room like it’s summertime
man, you kissing and loving all over this b-tch
meanwhile she’s f-cking another guy
man, that’s lowkey g-y
i do not sleep, i’m up all day
don’t try to creep, i’ll up that kay
you can come test if this sh-t is a prop if you wanna
stack up my bread, that’s a everyday comma
how about we fight, i don’t like drama
got your b-tch rolling my marijuana
chop want a meal, call that b-tch jeffery dahmer
send me the beat, on god ima slaughter
she said i’m that n-gga
i’m like, “tell me some sh-t i don’t know!”
finger on that trigger
make a p-ssy n-gga backdown from gunsmoke
said you got them funds n-gga back that up
where the f-ck your funds go?
yeah i might be him
promise you that i’m farthest from the one though
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[outro]
how many times i gotta tell these n-ggas i am not the one?
not the one to play with, not the one to step by
not the one to cross n-gga, all that sh-t
uh, gang
(yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah!)

- skyte

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