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letra de bleed season - starvicious

[intro]
boom, brrt
grrt, brrt
y’all know what the f-ck time it is, b-tch
(rami on the beat)
brrt, boom

[verse]
got that .45 on my lap (brrt), b-tch, it kick like a mule (boom)
catch a goofy out the store, turn his brain into stew (p-ssy)
i don’t talk, i don’t type, i just pull up and shoot (yeah)
had to leave his ass slumped in some brand-new boots (f-ck him)
n-ggas claim they outside but they hidin’ from me (facts)
put a tag on his head, got him gone for a fee (uh-huh)
if you talk to the feds, you ain’t breathin’ next week (rat-ass)
we gon’ park up the whip, walk him down in the street (walk him down)
four straps in the van, three masks, one plan (b-tch)
put a hole through his dome, now he part of the land (boom)
b-tch, i been on the block since the day i could stand (yeah)
if you reach for my chain, you gon’ lose both hands (p-ssy)
i’m a cold-blooded b-st-rd with a thirst for the red (uh)
every night in my hood, someone end up dead (facts)
i don’t aim for the legs, b-tch, i aim for the head (pop)
now his name on a shirt and his soul in the bed (gone)

[outro]
yeah, that’s how the f-ck we movin’, b-tch (brrt)
bleed season every day, f-ck all the opps (boom)
you see starvicious, you better duck quick (facts)
or end up on a t-shirt, ho
brrt, brrt, boom

- starvicious

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