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letra de f out my way - skyte

[intro]
taiketsu
uh, uh, uh
yuh, yuh
yuh, yuh, yuh
close your eyes
not a skyte song without the adlibs, right? hahaha
aye, aye, aye

[verse 1]
‘member back then, they was all lookin’ down on me
i was at school, they was clownin’ me
b-tch, i’m the g.o.a.t. straight from birth, i was bound to be
yo’ ho keep on touchin’ my d-ck, she arousin’ me
glock to his head, f-ck n-gga, count to three
get out my mo’f-ckin’ way, uh-huh
she love my smell, no bouquet, uh-huh
way they talkin’ ’bout skyte, man, they g-y
pull out my chop, walk in yo’ crib, let that b-tch eat, no buffet
i bet you mad, yo’ b-tch where i stay, f-ck ’bout a gnat, i’ll get that replaced
got yo’ b-tch drunk, throwin’ ass in the bas-m-nt
she like tay-k, she don’t need a platе
we are not next to еach other, not adjacent
um, so f-ck n-gga, stay in your place
mask on my face with a knife like i’m jason
give a f-ck what you got, lil’ n-gga, i’m takin’
chop’ pop-pop, man, it sounding like some bacon
is this your girl? i think you’re mistaken
just popped an x and my stomach keep achin’
i don’t mean to flex, but these benjamin franklins
all that i get, how i’m a chef
in the crib cookin’ up and yo’ b-tch just tryna’ eat up my d-ck
i do my best to keep this sh-t humble on these n-ggas, but now it’s gettin’ me p-ssed
he think he a threat? he pulled up on my n-ggas and we ain’t even move ’bout an inch
i just want the neck, don’t even wanna see that p-ssy, know that it come with a stench
he tried to hop in the field, i said, “sit yo’ ass down and go hop on that mo’f-ckin’ bench”
catch me f-ckin’ yo’ b-tch, i leave a dent
how we so rich? it don’t make sense
step up to me, you get jumped like a fence
bling on my wrist ’bout the cost of yo’ rent
my n-ggas demons and you can’t repent
bl!ck stayin’ on me at every event
got that b-tch boy hidin’ out in a tent
matter fact, go find yo’ mother
rip lil keed, free thug and gunna
b-tch, watch out, i ain’t stutter
never run out, my bro got another
flex in yo’ face, i came from the gutter
me and yo’ b-tch, kick sh-t in my place
by the end of the night, we be f-ckin’ each other
slide in the ho and she smooth like b-tter
come play with my kids, but don’t bring yo’ brother
[break]
no, like deadass, b-tch, do not bring yo’ f-ckin’ brother
like, i will leave that n-gga outside
i am not playin’
b-tch, you know i’m tryna’ f-ck
like why the f-ck would you even—

[verse 2]
they thought sh-t was over, it ain’t
peel off yo’ sh-t like some paint
think i’m addicted to dank
you can stop tryin’ to be me, you can’t
whip out my d-ck on yo’ b-tch and she faint
whip out my d-ck on yo’ ho, she like, “give me it”
goin’ out sad ’bout a b-tch, you an idiot
don’t go to school, would’ve thought i was phineas
just seen you post yo’ new b-tch, she hideous
my n-ggas evil as sh-t, insidious
i’m in the room wit’ yo’ b-tch, i’m hittin’ it
how i stay cold in this sh-t? amphibious
call my brother and he bl!ck your affiliates
treat these b-tches like a trick, i’m the silliest (okay, okay, okay, let me calm down)
i told that b-tch to chill and she just got way more intimate
i’m that n-gga, you can tell by my diligence
mech’ pencil, get the lead and i’m fill ’em in
yo’ b-tch coughin’ off this d-ck like some cinnamon
i hold the block up, you can call me an enderman
i do good and n-ggas get straight to envyin’
white plug, think that n-gga named simeon
you could get up off the ground and get b-tched again
say that you hard, then pull up and come hit me then
big body whip, boy, the young n-ggas sit in it
don’t wanna’ get your ass beat, run me fifty then
heard yo’ b-tch takin’ black meat from like sixty men
dot on his head like acne or an indian
[outro]
yeah, mm, dot on his head like acne or an indian
yeah, uh, gang, uh, gang, uh, gang

- skyte

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