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letra de aches - solo ody music

that lil b-tch so bad, buy her brand new bag
she wanna be a fan, but she got a onlyfans
these drugs my only friends, these bands on bands
he talk sh-t, he get banned
get crazy, he get tanned
these punk boys want no smoke
send shots and they gone float
i bath in cash i’m goat, i’m flexing like i’am big show
she thick i wanna poke, but i can’t love a hoe
she know my pockets swole, i know that hoe on go
i got aches, from my stomach to my head
don’t wanna pop no drugs, don’t want my momma saying i’m dead
from chicago, where you do good then it’s bad
tryna flex with new sh-t, you gonе end yo life fast
you eithеr mental or got trauma from the past
tryna live young can’t make the moment be the last
i say slow down, bro you moving kinda fast
don’t wanna make the wrong good move and then crash
i’m on a come up lil b-tch, i can’t be stuck in a pitt
yeah, yeah
she a lil nasty b-tch, she want to suck on the d-ck
yeah, yeah
need me a bad b-tch, got to be thick as sh-t
yeah, yeah
i don’t social beef, i let the choppa sweep
yeah, yeah
my money longer
got b-tches on the sofa
new freezer and it’s cold yeah
got rich yeah i told ya
you doubted you so slow, yeah
golden child, all spark, yeah
kick sh-t like i’m spartan, yeah
this gas i smoke fart, yeah
that lil b-tch so bad, buy her brand new bag
she wanna be a fan, but she got a onlyfans
these drugs my only friends, these bands on bands
he talk sh-t, he get banned
get crazy, he get tanned
these punk boys want no smoke
send shots and they gone float
i bath in cash i’m goat, i’m flexing like i’am big show
she thick i wanna poke, but i can’t love hoe
she know my pockets swole, i know that hoe on go
i got aches
from my stomach to my head
don’t wanna pop no drugs, don’t want my momma saying i’m dead
from chicago, where you do good then it’s bad
tryna flex with new sh-t, you gone end yo life fast
you either mental or got trauma from the past
tryna live young can’t make the moment be the last
i say slow down, bro you moving kinda fast
don’t wanna make the wrong good move and then crash
came up out the mud, been trapping like a thug
act so nonchalant my heart need a hug
found me the realest, she show all the love
i’m cruising through chiraq, gotta keep a gun
i’m losing all my people, we can’t have no fun
i’ve done seen some sh-t that’s on standard hunt
and all the pigs be so quick to grab a gun
that’s why i’m chilled, not in the field, smoking on these runts

- solo ody music

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