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letra de limp - souq

[intro]
bih (what the f— do djs actually do?)

[verse]
yuh, huh, b-tch, i stay st-rdy wit’ them chops’, yuh (on god)
b-tch, i- b-tch, i got a bad b-tch on my line, she be steady tryna’ give me that slop, yuh (slime, slime, bih)
that boy a b-tch, he a opp (on god)
that f-ck boy tryn’ beef on the ‘net (bih)
b-tch, catch me up midnight, geekin’, b-tch, i’m off of them drugs, i’m bent, yuh (slime, slime, swerve)
hoe wanna f-ck, said yes, yuh (what?)
way to- way too rich, count checks, yuh (on god)
chrome hearts on my chest, yuh, (what?)
b-tch, i’m dripped, huh (i’m dripped, what?)
b-tch, hoes up on my body, i feel like a f-ckin’ pimp, yuh (like a pimp, b-tch)
ca- catch that lil’ boy f-ckin’ lackin’, leave that lil’ boy wit’ a limp, b-tch (wit’ a limp)
huh, off of them drugs, i’m way too fried (slime, slime)
told a bad b-tch ‘bring a friend’, she bi (bih)
pull up to a f-ck boy spot, we slide
jus’ had to call up my slime (slide, slide, what?)
i’m wit’ twin, we jus’ been geekin’, tweakin’ off them f-ckin’ beans, huh (we been geekin’, huh)
bih, hittin’ them woods, they got me fried, my eyes be low, chinese, boy (chinese)

[bridge]
i don’t give no f-cks ’bout no sh-t (bih)
i’m wit’ my twin, we lit, mosh pit (bih, bih)
off them- off them drugs, they got me suicidal, i should quit, yuh (slime, slime)
pull up to his f-ckin’ block wit’ the chops’, lil’ bro, on god, we spin, yuh (we spin, bih)
i just ran up 15 bands in a week, lil’ bro, you think i’m kiddin’? yuh (fifteen bands)
[verse]
pop out, fye, we k!llin’ ya (pop out)
off the- off them drugs, we lit in here (on god)
ain’t giv- ain’t give no f-cks ’bout no b-tch, lil’ b-tch, just show them titties, yuh (ain’t give no f-cks)
yuh, huh, i jus’ ran up 5 bands in one day (on god)
if these boys be talkin’ sh-t, then i’ma let that bl!cky spray, huh (ha ha)
racks- racks, they be addin’ up, lil’ b-tch, i been gettin’ paid (gettin’ paid)
we fin’ slime him out, yuh, we fin’ find out where he stay, huh (we fin’ slime him out)
bih, pull up wit’ my rickies’ on, i be lookin’ proper, yuh (lookin’ proper)
yuh, huh, had to slime that f-ck boy out, i pop him wit’ that choppa, huh (wit’ that chop’)
bih, yuh, makin’ them songs, i’m puttin’ in pain (slime, slime)
got a bad b-tch, and she give me that brain
uppin’ that chop’, he don’t know what to say (nah)
b-tch, i’m runnin’ that f-ck boy down, yuh (on god)
that boy broke, yeah, that boy a clown (yuh)
he ain- he ain’t got no racks (on god)
pull u- pull up wit’ the choppa b-tch, and then i push his hat back (buh, buh, buh)
pull up in that f-ckin’ coupe, lil’ b-tch, that sh-t is matte black (bih, bih)
i got h-lla bl!ckies on me, b-tch, yeah, i cannot lack

- souq

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