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letra de 6 min freestyle 2 - slayr

[intro]
who you prayin’ too?
ah, sh-t
do-do-do-do
bow, pew
ch-ch-ch-ch

[verse]
if you gon’ shoot, f-ck n-gga, you better shoot
f-ck n-gga, you better blast
i put that stick to his ass
i put that stick to his top
fine sh-t, she gon’ give me top
fine sh-t, she gon’ give me slop
i put a switch on this chop’
new york, i’m gon’ milly rock
la, i’m gon’ hit the dougie
chop’ make ’em p–p, get a huggie
chop’ make ’em p–p, get a huggie
these p-ssy boys, they not my buddies
these p-ssy boys, they not my buddies
these p-ssy boys, they not my buddies
these p-ssy boys, they not my buddies
we get high, we get fat, just like lucki
i made my wrist bubble guppies
i got money, i’m not ugly
super bass, got the crowd jumpin’, let’s go
super bass, i feel like nicki
well, not the currently nicki
diamonds shinin’ [?], like they not picky
diamonds shinin’ [?], like they not picky
these n-ggas know what i do
these n-ggas know how i rock
i could go rapper, b-tch, i could go pop
popcorn my wrist, lil’ b-tch, i let it pop
rest with my stick, i do not give a f-ck
water my wrist, put that sh-t in the pot
i got my choppa, don’t be on the, ah
i got my choppa, don’t be on the sh-t
i’m makin’ art, da vinci
you got no heart, get with me
you got no heart, no, you don’t get paid
these n-ggas [?] like
i pop out new york for a show to get laid
way too clean, got a personal maid
i done ran up my money, no raise
i blew up, you can’t find me like i’m in a maze
what’s goin’ on? what’s happenin’?
she hittin’ me like m-s-ch-st
don’t talk to me, you fashionless
no pottery, no glass in this
shawty on her knees, she do the kaepernick
that’s some mockery, you p-ssy cats and sh-t
make a lot of cheese, yeah, off this rappin’ sh-t
make a lot of cheese, yeah, off this rappin’ sh-t
yeah, my money green, just like piccolo
shawty blowin’ me, just like piccolo
that is not your cheese, so what’s your misses for?
n-ggas pushin’ p, but where the f-ck your hoes?
not a bakery but i’mma get this bread
not gon’ fake the fee, like all them n-gga, what?
album of the year and all them n-gga, what?
this gon’ put some fear in all them n-gga, what?
shoutout all my peers and all them n-ggas, what?
incredible, i feel like just like dash
now she wanna call me, b-tch you’re in the past
imposter round, k!ll ’em, f-ck a task
that b-tch tryna blow like a brass
i don’t wanna know ’bout your ass
i chill with this hoe after math
i bet you know what happens after that
you think she yours, but she up in my habitat
she gon’ jump on this d-ck, and i snap her back
from the fl!ck of the wrist, and i practiced that
i’mma flip on this beat, n-gga practice that
let’s go on an adventure, cat in the hat
gotta fix the temperature, i’m way too hot
man it’s still the winter, and i’m still too hot
you should knows what occurs when you lose a lot
but i’m leavin’ la, i got layovers
and i land in the a, brought your bae over
yes, i brought, and a drac’ and a k over
think i’m goin’ under, but my pay over
bentley bentayga, yeah, bentley bentayga
american cars, but my heart in jamaica
i be spittin’ these bars, but these n-ggas don’t say nothin’
tool on my chop’, b-tch it’s freddy, i’m jason
i got her poppin’ some sh-t on the facetime
drop this sh-t now, i don’t got time for wait time
[?] the hoe, ’cause she know that she ain’t mine
switch went and got him locked up like he akon
[?] see with your airpods, or raycons
why these p-ssy n-ggas worshippin’ satan
all these p-ssy n-ggas, yeah, they must wake up
on the weekend, i make money like abel
i been pourin’ up the syrup, no maple
get the ball, cross you over your ankles
never far, you must stop but i ain’t you
do-do-do-do, make that boy see an angel
diamonds hittin’, that sh-t drip like a lake too
purple drink, i add some yellow, it laker
worry ’bout me? you should worry ’bout paper
f-ck a fade, give that p-ssy a taper
yeah, get the f-ck out my face
you don’t know me but my name is just slay
n-ggas sleep, i gotta shake ’em awake
super perfect, man they thought i was fake
word to my lil’ b-tch, this promo 8k
if you worried, p-ssy go burn some sage
walkin’ ’round, i’m super mad, only rage
they think my worst [?]
i had to show ’em that i was the one
i had to show ’em that i was the one
takin’ your b-tch and i think that was fun
takin’ your b-tch and i think that was fun
escanor sh-t, b-tch i feel like the one
see my abilities, i am the one
i’m out in italy, see a n-gga that didn’t do diddly
feel like [?]
what’s goin’ on?
got me tweakin’ on this song
not a rookie at all, if you knew what i did, you would think my dumbass is lebron
and if you just hop on that bike like i’m in tron
trigger finger knockin’ me back, yeah, my arm
i’m inventin’ flows that you couldn’t fathom
pockets big like food, that sh-t look like fanum
bullets goin’ dumb and i got me a drum
i could make her cook, ’cause she know what i want
i be goin’ dumb, n-ggas know what i do
got a whole deluxe, and i know that it’s due
got that sh-t on me it go do-do-do-do
do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do
got some sh-t to do, i’mma swoop in the scoop
thought i wasn’t good, sh-t on you like p–p
b-tch i’m in your hood, b-tch i’m on your block
i’mma keep these p-ssy n-ggas out the spot
choppa make a hole in the meat, look like [?]
i’mma keep on goin’, flowin’ i can’t stop
shawty really goin’, i’m inside her tw-t
but i know she hoein’, can’t be with a bop
man these hoes annoyin’, can’t be with a bop
ring finger, diamond, she can’t get this rock
b-tch it’s half blood, n-ggas treat me godly
take this weight off, feel like rock lee
that boy jake paul, he got knocked out
man i hate ya’ll laughin’, ya’ll laughed out
got some fine sh-t and she live out in moscow
on the stage, me and twin finna rock out
i been rappin’ for four minutes straight, n-ggas know what i’m doin’, yeah, they know what i’m ’bout
new flow, n-ggas kickin’ like judo
you stealin’ yo money, you too [?]
got a [?] on me like two phones
too much bread, gotta watch my glucose
half blood, red nose, rudolph
do what i want, i don’t care, p-ss who off?
bad ass boy, i say that you too soft
my young n-gga ’bouta take ya’ll to moon rock
’bouta take on this b-tch
it’s just me and the team on this b-tch
and i’m sippin’ some lean on this b-tch
and i’m sippin’ some lean on this b-tch
now that b-tch know that i’m rich
now the b-tch wanna link up
i don’t wanna fight but i’m [?]
’cause i got choppas on me, that’s enough
aye, rockin’ sh-t out that’s all new
p-ssy, i’m poppin’ sh-t now, yeah, it’s over
slash sh-t like sephiroth, where is jenova?
[?] i might be bipolar
pushin’ the gas, i’m not stoppin’ the motor
speedin’ right off like i’m racin’ in drag
i was depressed in this b-tch, ’bout this lil’ music sh-t, but i went up and got me a bag
got up and got me a bag
b-tch got a tail, and she give me a wag
why these n-ggas actin’ fruity but then come around thinkin’ they can just say the word-
i just shut that sh-t up, and just ate the word
that is not real jugg, fake perc
i don’t wanna talk, let me just whisper
shoot my shot at that b-tch like i’m nick mercs
at this point i don’t know what to say but i’m goin’
lil’ shawty way too deep, b-tch think i’mma pay for her, [?]
and i don’t do [?], you should know i’m only rappin’ like this when it’s cold and snowin’
he is on your team but he throwin’
look at all this lean that i’m pourin’
look at all this lean that i’m pourin’
diamonds cuttin’ my wrist
every day, b-tch, i walk with a brick
uh, she bend over and pose for a pic’
[?], uh, now i’mma give her this d-ck
i was sick but then i pop me a l!ck
i was sick, b-tch i’mma pop out, alyx
with my wrist, like a hundred on this sh-t
ballin’ crazy, andre drummond in this b-tch
h-lla hoes, yeah, they comin’ in this b-tch
make ’em laugh, [?] in this b-tch
pat her ass when she’s struttin’ in this b-tch
don’t turn off the gas, i’m like an oven in this b-tch
flowin’ up, i’m really not erupting in this b-tch
i will not stop, and you are not holding me
diamonds and rock, if you think that you foldin’ me
pass me the rock, i’mma act it out slowly
money up, i got ice on my t–th
i’ve been havin’ a very bad week
sike nah, b-tch i had a good week
we shootin’ off, better hope that sh-t weak
talk super loud, then i talk like a geek
what i got on, this ain’t cheap
yeah, let’s get some grub, let us eat
yeah, let’s get some grub, let us eat
six minutes in and i’m not stoppin’
throwin’ that pass like i’m john stockton
these hoes trash, got a lot of options
once i f-cked, then i smashed, then i chop a option
all my f-ck ass haters, i hope they watchin’
are you watchin’ me?
are you watchin’ me?
are you watchin’?

- slayr

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