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letra de weird flex - ssjedward

(prod. by scorpio prodz)

[chorus: kysosad]
uh, throwing all this money, it’s a weird flex
n-ggas know you ain’t getting real checks
who you bringing homie? why you upset?
why you mad now? why you real stressed?
big h on my belt call me real blessed
with a bad b-tch, ho, we have real s-x
you new to the trap i’m a real vet
you ain’t ’bout it p-ssy n-gga that’s a real threat

[verse 1: kysosad]

n-gga said he gon’ pull up when he see me
so i pull up with the .50 and a n-gga turned the lights out
if that’s your girl, my fault, but she up in my dms, so why you wanna fight now?
uh, even when it’s summer it’s a snow day every time lil kyso wanna put the ice out
don’t call mе up if you don’t wanna f-ck ’cause n-gga wanna f-ck right now
n-ggas said they looking for me go ahеad and find me then
when we meet i got a hammer like a n-gga harley quinn
she throwing ass, go ahead, mama, lay it on me den
call me curry on the block because i give it thirty spins
she can spin on this d-ck so it’s drew boy
talk about your family, how your mama going through it
i don’t care, i wanna hit, here’s a door so go through it
it’s kyso gang, guess you know we going stupid
[chorus: kysosad]

ah, throwing all this money, it’s a weird flex
n-ggas know you ain’t getting real checks
who you bringing homie? why you upset?
why you mad now? why you real stressed?
big h on my belt call me real blessed
with a bad b-tch, ho, we have real s-x
you new to the trap i’m a real vet
you ain’t ’bout it p-ssy n-gga that’s a real threat

[verse 2: ssjedward]

i came as the best and i aim for the chest
flew a plane to the west just to flame you and stretch
y’all came as a guest in this game
f-cking rest my pen for a min
forty men pop up scoring wins
who is is this? majin
poor as p-ss endorsing rotted same old flows
change yo clothes, in the same old boat
halos float, we all know, guess i don’t
guess i gotta k!ll my ego
ssj and kyso, scorpion and sub-

[beat switch/interlude]
uhh, let’s go
[verse 3: ssjedward]
uhhh
they like ‘ward, ‘when the f-ck you gon’ release sh-t?’
how ’bout you hoes just hop the f-ck off my d-ck
y’all mad i’m touching these kids, (not tokyo’s revenge sh-t)
guess i gotta write a hit list to get pr-cks outta my lane
got yo mama’s digits, smoked some fidget, and f-cked her my way
nothing to prove though, i kicked her to the highway
shortly after, baffled at the ‘cloud raffle every friday
got the civic leaning sideways blasting out the driveway
bumping that track with jermaine, the one from g.o.o.d friday
my words cut deeper than goro’s torso
h-lla more so the cole’s foreclosed home
opened portals with sick tracks and got connections
i look around at my peers and it’s f-ckin’ depressing
it’s like the time you bagged a chick then checked your phone to see not a f-cking message
listen, y’all see my b-ttons and feel the urge to press them
y’all want no smoke i promise you’ll be blessed with
half yo m-th-f-ckin’ god d-mn body missin’
y’all don’t associate with me in rap because i’m always p-ssin’
on you p-ss poor, annoyance, nuisance, little b-tches
this is just a warning
if you step to me you’re finished
where’s my-

[outro: ssjedward]
four in the morning, f-cking children talking sh-t and sh-t bruh

- ssjedward

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