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letra de ​get out - ​squillo

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[verse 1: squillo]
tell baby osama stop being a opp b-tch, come and eat the d-ck up, b-tch
i am not them, i will get you l!cked up
[?] ways, got their sh-t tucked
you know i’m going, b-tch, you know my sh-t tough
you said that you ’bout but i think that sh-t bluff
and we screaming, “f-ck the other side,” y’all n-ggas suck
tried to set me up, yeah, y’all n-ggas d-ck sucking
[?], n-gga, yeah, y’all been ducking
d-mn, i ain’t with all this f-ckin’ fussin’
if i spot me a twenty, i crack him like a egg out this dozen
these n-ggas be sweeter than muh’, got [blueberry on the top of the?] [?]
[chorus: squillo]
i’m cooling with smoke, get lit when we smoke all the ounce
been eating sh-t i can’t pr-nounce
these n-ggas at home sleeping on the couch
i’m tryna find a way to make it out
pump fakin’ like the mailman, ain’t running out, you ain’t get out
if i pop at your function, n-gga, they gon’ run in circles, they gon’ yell at me, “get out,” b-tch

[verse 2: squillo]
if you tryna diss me, better die ’bout it, i’ma see what you ’bout
and i ain’t never give a f-ck about a opp n-gga or the muh’f-ckin’ clout
top three off these hooks, n-gga, but don’t play around, you get hit like a trout
[?], n-gga, keep that same mindset, keep that same doubt, b-tch

[verse 3: smokingskul]
you crazy as f-ck if you think i’ma let a b-tch set me, what?
we can make a lil’ but b-tch, you connect me
d-mn, 1-800-k!ll the plug, n-gga, connect me, what?
7.62’s made with love, n-gga, come check me
i’m in the [lambo’?] with squillo
d-mn, i need a [?], i call [?]
what? you can’t get revived, lady cheo
d-mn, i catch a hat like i’m ne-yo
b-tch, i am a wizard like [?]
what? f-ck the navy, i pop seals
huh? i’m swedish, i don’t speak creole
what? i popped a perc’ for the feel
what? rob a n-gga for his beat
you can’t get paid like you [?]
b-tch, don’t say sh-t when i speak
b-tch, i’m in the water like a creek
these n-ggas r kelly, they some creep
them ain’t xan’s, i ain’t lil’ peep
(ha, come get the beat back in blood, b-tch, ha)
[chorus: squillo]
i’m cooling with smoke, get lit when we smoke all the ounce
been eating sh-t i can’t pr-nounce
these n-ggas at home sleeping on the couch
i’m tryna find a way to make it out
pump fakin’ like the mailman, ain’t running out, you ain’t get out
if i pop at your function, n-gga, they gon’ run in circles, they gon’ yell at me, “get out,” b-tch

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