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letra de disaster! - skyte

[intro]
woah (bro said that he a k!lla, he a cap), woah, woah, yeah, ayy
yeah, ayy, ayy, ye-yeah, ye-yeah, ayy

[verse 1]
n-gga said that he a k!lla, he a cap, yeah
i been posted at his crib but where he at? yeah
cross you out, lil b-tch, ill take you off the map, yeah
got my n-ggas by me side, we in the pack, yeah
‘cause i’m a idol, i know b-tches that’s gon’ stalk up on my page
make a title, how these p-ssy n-ggas ridin’ on the wave
suicidal, yeah, the doors that’s on my whip like kurt cobain
feel like michael how i get your b-tch so wet when i’m on stage
i broke her heart so i’m just checkin’ if we friends and i just told her
we can’t f-ck a b-tch, i gotta leave by 10 o’clock
yeah, we in yo hood, you better duck, we gon’ spin the block
n-ggas really hatin’ up on me because i win a lot
it doesn’t make no f-ckin’ sense
when he pulled up on my block, my n-ggas didn’t move an inch
my b-tch speakin’ j-panese and yo b-tch speakin’ out in french
i got yo shawty on my phone, she on my nuts just like a wrench, yeah
told her i feel great, b-tch, i’m gassed up
wait, let’s go faster
send yo boy a bottle out in sp-ce like it’s nasa
b-tch, i put a rifle to his face, cause disaster
she had all my nut up in her face, you can ask her
shawty out here beggin’ me for food, she can eat a d-ck
n-gga said he finna beat my ass, he ain’t beatin’ sh-t
why he say he wasn’t talkin’ trash when i’m readin’ it
even if the beat is f-ckin’ ass, i’m still eatin’ it
it’s some sneaky sh-t behind a n-gga back and i’m peepin’ it
call my d-ck a motherf-ckin’ snack, that’s what she can get
i nutted then i wiped it with a rag and she keepin’ it
usin’ that lil b-tch up for her mouth, then i’m leavin’ it
[verse 2]
n-ggas be the first to hear my sh-t, a n-ggas fans to me
same n-ggas hatin’, take yo b-tch under a canopy
me [?] in your motherf-ckin’ fantasy
i could f-ck a b-tch then put a glock up to her family
white b-tch on my d-ck, don’t know why she be textin’ me
hit yo ho after hours, that’s the f-ckin’ s-x for me
and he tried to catch me lackin’, told that n-gga, “rest in peace”
[?], cut a n-gga, i ain’t talkin’ ‘bout vasectomy
n-gga, i ain’t throwin’ hands, so you could meet this glock first
put a beam up on my shooter, make yo f-ckin’ top hurt
and you n-ggas be my sons so i’m yo f-ckin’ father
told the b-tch that i can’t save her, i ain’t no f-ckin’ doctor
and i’m loadin’ up my hammer, so you better knock first
got yo ho hands on me, sayin’, “where your f-ckin’ glock, [?]?”
i just robbed a white kid, that n-gga name was oscar
told that b-tch take off her pants like she a f-ckin’ toddler
if you wasn’t such a p-ssy you would like another day
and she said she got a man, so i’ma let my brothers spray
stupid n-gga don’t want beef, i think he think this chick-fil-a
but this gun ain’t closed on sunday, so your dumbass better pray

[verse 3]
if a n-gga talkin’ sh-t, i got my chopper and my k, though
pull up on a n-gga, run that n-gga out his pesos
done fried a n-gga, treat a n-gga like potatoes
b-tch, you white as f-ck, yo head lookin’ like some mayo
b-tch, i’m black, so she like me
yo b-tch wanna pipey
i told her to bend it over, bust it like a sprite, b
he ain’t got no melanin, so i’ma call him whitey
you know i’m not friends with them, so they wanna be like me
ayy, ayy, and i got the uzi in the back, ho
i’ma break her back, though
and she call me black as f-ck, she callin’ me her shadow
but you know her ass was fat, i’m callin’ it a plateau
the body like an hourglass, a n-gga finna smash, though
and i got the choppa in my hand, ho
pull up with the choppa, make him dancin’
pull up with the choppa in advance, and
we pull up, need a doctor, now he dead
bullets have you leakin’ out yo head
now there’s whole lot of red (carti)
whole lot of red on the floor, huh
whole lot of meds out this do’
bullets spray at yo throat, uh
whole lot of feds in the [?], uh
whole lot of dreads from the ‘fro
now a n-gga finna blow, uh
[outro]
uh, now a n-gga finna blow, uh
uh, now a n-gga finna blow, uh
whole lot of dreads on a ho
now a n-gga finna blow, b-tch

- skyte

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