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letra de pain - slayter

[intro]
i put goyard on every single one of my shooters. hotboy
hotboy, hotboy, hotboy
cold game gang
gang gang gang

[verse 1]
woke up in the morning in the bed with a freak
crazy thing about it man we barely even speak
her n-gga think we cool so we keep it discrete
and if he find out he wouldn’t want no beef
he wouldn’t want no smoke
the pistol came with a scope
my n-ggas, they cool n-ggas
but they’ll cut your throat (slit)
remember i was broke i had to kick your door
i used to love that b-tch but i don’t love no more
man why my heart so cold?
man all my hitters on go
ain’t no fresh homie
i told him, “let’s go!” (slime!)
n-gga we don’t gotta hit no l!cks no more
we will beat a n-gga -ss and take his sh-t know moe

[hook]
life changed
truthfully i really can’t complain
had to pop them perky’s, keep me sane
yeah that money and that violence in my brain
life changed
truthfully i really can’t complain
had to pop them perky’s, keep me sane
yeah that money and that violence in my brain

[verse 2]
evil thoughts flood my mind
ride ’round with that nine
my b-tch she a dime
b-tch the world is mine
run up on me you die
dracos for my slimes
goyard for my shooters
shooting at intruders
do a drive-by in a uber
drive? i can barely maneuver
told the n-gga drive or i’ll shoot him
i ain’t wanna do nothing to him
run up on me you dumb
play with me with i’ma dump
glock the same size as lil pump (esskeet-t!)
hit him in the face with the pump

- slayter

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