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letra de gomd! - skyte

[verse 1]
it do not matter if that n-gga run ’cause i swear that that n-gga still finna get hit
get off the bus then we beating his -ss and we run in his crib and we taking his sh-t
i have no need for these hoes ’cause these b-tches be dirty, i swear that they making me sick
n-ggas be riding like the wasn’t hatin’, i’m telling these n-ggas to get off my d-ck

[hook]
get off my d-ck, get off my d-ck
get off my d-ck, get off my d-ck
get off my d-ck, get off my d-ck
get off my d-ck, get off my d-ck
b-tches ain’t sh-t, b-tches ain’t sh-t
b-tches ain’t sh-t, b-tches ain’t sh-t
b-tches ain’t sh-t, b-tches ain’t sh-t
b-tches ain’t sh-t, b-tches ain’t sh-t, on god

[verse 2]
??? like debo
thrown in the lake now he sleeping with nemo
they do not like us, they know that we evil
n-gga you dirty, you hang with the beetles
you hang with the beetles, you hang with the garbage
i’m with yo hoe and that bih r-t-rded
you think this heat but this not even started
sendin’ these shots and i’m not even ballin’
yuh, aye, one hand on my tech n-gga
choppa gon’ chop on a lil n-gga block and you know that my n-ggas the best n-gga
oppa gon’ stop when he run in my spot and get shot in his muf-ckin’ neck n-gga
poppin’ yo thot and she twerk on my c-ck and a n-gga not even impressed n-gga
i’m not impressed with yo hoe
sendin’ those shots to yo throat
she on my back like a coat
n-gga we hang him with rope
we hanging n-ggas this isn’t no ku klux
she talkin’ sh-t but i couldn’t give 2 f-cks
if you don’t like it then n-gga just mute us
punch him so hard that that f-ck n-gga threw up
you better watch out ’cause that sh-t you was talking could put yo -ss right in a grave
shout out to davyn ’cause if i hear b-tch n-ggas talking i’m whipping they -ss like a slave
big booty b-tch on the side and she throwin’ it back while i nut on muf-ckin’ face
i do not care if a n-gga talk sh-t and i hear it i’m posted right up in his place
on god, i’m posted right up in his place
my n-ggas don’t make no mistake
i’m real with this sh-t and you fake
i see what i like and i take
my n-ggas gorilla like ape
you saving these hoes with a cape
my b-tch count is right around 8
you pleading but n-gga’s too late
okay, i put his -ss straight up to sleep
my n-ggas we ride in a jeep
we rollin’ our sh-t in a leaf
the sky top my, n-ggas gon’ creep
the b-tch h-lla dirty she do what i say so
count up my money, i’m counting my peso
i keep a weapon, i keep me a draco
n-gga talk sh-t you get flipped like a table
my n-ggas pull you b-tch just like a cable
hit from the back now this b-tch look disabled
my n-ggas fire, with sh-t like diego
if you want the smoke you get hit for a ???

- skyte

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