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letra de b.a.n.w.a.v - skyte

[intro]
gang, woah, woah, woah
yeah, drop to the floor
mh, yeah, stick at ya bro
gang, yeah, yeah, nah nah
okay, yeah
uh, uh, uh, uh

[hook]
bullets comin’ out of the clip
look behind ya
you is just a b-tch ass n-gga with a v-g-n-
ya hoe take d-ck, my n-gga like blac chyna
why you askin’ me where ya hoe at?
i can’t find her
little does he know
i went back and i 69’d her
i could put a cat on my coat, the fit tiger
she asked if i just want the throat, i said, “kinda”
then i i’m out of that b-tch like [?]
[verse 1]
i’m out of that b-tch, catch up
no i’m not [?] to this sh-t, i’m next up
things that i’ve done with yo b-tch, need to ‘fess up
i got three g’s in the stick, on the dresser
i just got me some new nicks from vanessa
who that? a white hoе i really don’t care about
take a n-gga hеart out from his chest, ima tear it out
n-ggas get to runnin’ when we find out their where abouts
you was talkin crazy wtf is you scared about?
how the f-ck that work?
i should put yo’ ass up in a chair, make the mac twerk
f-ckin on yo b-tch, i pull her hair ’til her back hurt
ever since a jit i was a fiend for disaster
black ski mask, black jeans with a black shirt
ima put that fire on the beat ‘til the track burn
i could make a banger every day but it’s mad work

[verse 2]
remember the last n-gga that tried me
that n-gga ate sh-t
b-tch, ima blow, done being patient
backwoods fat, its looking just like a sp-ceship
b-tch, i’m breakin’ out of the box
ain’t no encas-m-nt
end that n-gga life with a period, no statement
eyes low as a b-tch, but no bas-m-nt
you gon’ have to hit my line for them placements
knife in your back you runnin’
b-tch, i’m jason
yeah, b-tch you runnin’ like jason
30 [?] that i’m facing
she said my d-ck was amazing
n-ggas copy and pasting
you the type to get dubbed on like every occasion
took a while to get up, now we poppin’ like bacon
ima f-ck that b-tch, i wouldn’t give a f-ck if she taken
if her n-gga got a word i’m finna send him to satan
n-ggas got me mad as f-ck
you would’ve thought i was payton
k!ll a n-gga by the tree
and leave his whole body hangin’, on gang
[hook]
bullets comin’ out of the clip
look behind ya
you is just a b-tch ass n-gga with a v-g-n-
ya hoe take d-ck, my n-gga like blac chyna
why you askin’ me where ya hoe at?
i can’t find her
little does he know
i went back and i 69’d her
i could put a cat on my coat, the fit tiger
she asked if i just want the throat, i said, “kinda”
then i i’m out of that b-tch like [?]

[outro]
man, what the f-ck, man
these n-ggas tryin me and sh-t, man
this sh-t easy, n-gga
at this point, i got this sh-t mastered
gang, yeah yeah, over

- skyte

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