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letra de carti radar remix - souq

[intro]
winiss
fwäeh

[chorus]
step on a opp in these balenci’ tracks (on twin)
talk down on me, and you finna get smacked (yuh)
f-ckin’ yo’ b-tch, and i hit from the back (uh, b-tch)
huh, on god
yuh, i got yo’ b-tch, and she suckin’ my c-ck (she suckin’)
huh, hit up the sto’ just to cop a new glock (on god)
huh, he talkin’ down, and that boy face that steel (huh)
b-tch, it’s lil souq, and i be out for k!lls (type sh-t)
huh, b-tch it’s lil souq, and i’m k!llin’ ’em (yuh)
huh, that bih got some titties, i’m feelin’ ’em, uh (b-tch)

[verse]
yuh, huh, shout out to twin, he a real one, b-tch (slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, wha-)
yuh, took a lil’ break, and i’m countin’ my cheddar (on god)
yo’ b-tch love me, she know i hit it better (yuh)
he talkin’ down, he gon’ face that baretta (b-tch)
huh, that glock got a switch (yuh)
huh, that boy souq gon’ f-ck yo’ b-tch (huh)
huh, ten glocks on me, b-tch ten chops’ (ten)
hunnid rounds, we whack out opps (we whack ’em)
huh, f-ckin’ yo’ b-tch, and shе give me that toppy (huh)
y’all can’t match the swag, so y’all copy (copyin’)
huh, i’m just with twin, and wе jump out that coupe (jump out)
f-ckin’ yo b-tch, and she’s l!ckin’ my p–p (huh, what, huh, b-tch)
huh, i’m a big star
huh, rockin’ that gucci, not g-star, huh (nah)
boy, you a b-tch, you a r-t-rd (stupid)
boy, you a b-tch, you a f-ckin’ punk (yuh)
yuh, talkin’ down, he get f-ckin’ stomped (huh, on god)
uh, he talkin’ down, he get put in the ground (on god)
that bih got some ass, and that sh-t just be round (yuh)
huh, hat bih got some ass, that sh-t mof-ckin’ fat (huh)
lil souq got a glock, he gon’ knock off yo’ hat (yuh, b-tch)
huh, he finna knock off ya’ top (huh)
huh, we finna cop some new glocks (what the f-ck)
huh, we finna cop some new f-ckin’ poles (f-ck, b-tch)
gg boy, you f-ckin’ sold (yuh, titties, uh)
on gang, b-tch, it’s f-ckin’ over (the end)
boy, f-ck saks, we shop at dover (f-ck saks)
boy, up in dover street market, huh (yuh)
huh, ten bands for a f-ckin’ carpet, yuh (huh, b-tch, on god)
i just see sh-t, i’ma cop it, yuh (b-tch)
i cop whatever i want (b-tch, b-tch, for real)
that boy talkin’ sh-t he just do it for stunts (huh)
we roll up exotic, we don’t smoke no runtz, huh, b-tch (huh, huh, huh, huh, b-tch)
[chorus]
step on a opp in these balenci’ tracks (on twin)
talk down on me, and you finna get smacked (yuh)
f-ckin’ yo’ b-tch, and i hit from the back (uh, b-tch)
huh, on god
yuh, i got yo’ b-tch, and she suckin’ my c-ck (she suckin’)
huh, hit up the sto’ just to cop a new glock (on god)
huh, he talkin’ down, and that boy face that steel (huh)
b-tch, it’s lil souq, and i be out for k!lls (type sh-t)
huh, b-tch it’s lil souq, and i’m k!llin’ ’em (yuh)
huh, that bih got some titties, i’m feelin’ ’em, uh (b-tch)

- souq

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