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letra de try shit - slayter

[intro]
i’m not playin’ wit’ you no more, wake the f-ck up

[chorus: slayter]
they know better now
they don’t trust sh-t (don’t trust sh-t)
and my .45 (my .45) is my sidekick (that’s my b-tch)
i had s-x her (i had s-x her), in my fly sh-t (my fly sh-t)
and my chain froze (my chain froze) like an icepick (like an icepick)
got a groupie b-tch (d-mn) in a mosh pit (mosh pit)
i see two hoes in my future like psychic (d-mn)
i just have to kick ’em out ’cause they like gossip (bye)
stole a n-gga chopper and i hid it in my closet (rrra)

[verse 1: slayter]
and my chopper long (d-mn) like a mop stick (like a mop stick)
we gon’ pop his ass (pop him) if he pop sh-t (if he pop sh-t)
made chopper sing (rrra) like a pop b-tch (a pop b-tch)
got a pop b-tch (got a pop b-tch), said i’m toxic (d-mn)
i got problems (d-mn), b-tch, i’m paranoid (b-tch, i’m paranoid)
i was makin’ money (d-mn), i was unemployed (i was broke)
we the money team (flex), like we cool with floyd (for real)
we got big guns (d-mn) for you lil’ boys (rrra)
doo-doo-doo
know we got some k!llers on the roof (on the roof)
rose gold smile, b-tch, that’s like a stack a tooth (a stack a tooth)
yeah, walk around like i’m bulletproof (like i’m bulletproof)
yeah, and i got my pistol in the booth (i got it on me)
yeah, that sh-t fallin’ off me while i rap (huh, d-mn)
fresh off tour, b-tch, i ain’t even unpacked (huh, i swear)
i could flip a b-tch like i could filp a pack (huh, on god)
go back to that whenever i get sick of rap (sick of rap)
[chorus: slayter]
they know better now
they don’t trust sh-t (don’t trust sh-t)
and my .45 (my .45) is my sidekick (that’s my b-tch)
i had s-x her (i had s-x her), in my fly sh-t (my fly sh-t)
and my chain froze (my chain froze) like an icepick (like an icepick)
got a groupie b-tch (d-mn) in a mosh pit (mosh pit)
i see two hoes in my future like psychic (d-mn)
i just have to kick ’em out ’cause they like gossip (bye)
stole a n-gga chopper and i hid it in my closet (rrra)

[verse 2: jay critch]
i got money now (i got money now)
so i buy sh-t (so i buy sh-t)
i bought all the drugs for these b-tches, i got options (ayy)
my bro the qb, he throw bullets out the [?] (ayy)
f-ck about your chopper, you get hit up with the [?] (ayy)
now it’s drama time (drama time)
when they see my .30 spinnin’, leave ’em traumatized
still be with the mob, i got all kinda ties (i got all kinda ties)
[?] like jordan, we was servin’ you all kinda dimes
broke a leg in jordan’s, that boy ridin’ with all kinda nines (all kinda nines)
ayy, and we brought them sh-ts up in the stu, f-ck a pop star
got her suckin’ d-ck up in the booth, n-ggas watch hard
i would just get rich if i was you, b-tch, i’m a blockstar
run the play, i throw the alley-oop (hey)
[chorus: slayter]
they know better now
they don’t trust sh-t
and my .45 is my sidekick
i had s-x her in my fly sh-t
and my chain froze like an icepick
got a groupie b-tch in a mosh pit
i see two hoes in my future like psychic
i just have to kick ’em out ’cause they like gossip
stole a n-gga chopper and i hid it in my closet

- slayter

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