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letra de nightingales (feat. cruz supat) - stazthehokage

i know some p-ssy n-ggas ain’t talkin’ bout me, n-gga
yo, cruz, what we finna do? what we finna do
i know a b-tch n-gga ain’t said nothin
man f-ck these n-ggas

let’s show them what the f-ck we about
this p-ssy’s not gon’ show up
of course, keyboard warriors, bruh, all they do is f-ckin’ flake

all this motherf-cking anger festers, (die)
only thing n-ggas manifest, dirt, (die)
n-ggas run mouths, quick draw, not taking westerns, (hee)
gotta live, let learn, in real life, since primary school
knew the scent as flesh burns, embers, (fire sound)
gas him, n light him, the smoke, he want it, he got it, get puffed till your chеst hurts, (bukkam bukkam)

b-tch n-gga never been outside but in еverything he an expert, (i know everything)
like a give a f-ck what p-ssy privileged n-gga gotta say out in rexburg (i don’t)
more p-ssy than what these b-tches sell, that do s-x work, (n-ggas p-ssy)
more p-ssy, than what you see, when the b-tches bends it over, n then twerk,(n-ggas p-ssy)

type n-gga, to know the team smashed n
he’s still trying to flex her, (simp)
for the juggler, want blood
no vampires, with the blade
i’ll go neck first, (cut throat)
think this verse bad, n-gga it gets worse, (bloodclaa)
point is, n-ggas p-ssy, type that probably wouldn’t run a fade with his molester, (b-tch)
we gon’ shoot, at the stars, for the moon or outer sp-ce
n-gga’s thinkin’ that he hard, b-tch then catch it in your face
this the type of game we play to win we not gon’ play it safe
n-gga, if this ain’t your burial you probably catchin’ strays
we gon’ shoot, at the stars, for the moon or outer sp-ce
n-gga’s thinkin’ that he hard, b-tch then catch it in your face
this the type of game we play to win we not gon’ play it safe
n-gga, if this ain’t your burial you probably catchin’ strays

beat the guts like her ex, beat her face
taking charges, he ain’t catch a case?

make up on to hide that fade
cutthroat, my penwork blade
wishin’ death when i sit and pray
sick f-ck, you manipulate
villain arc, i’ma eliminate
when he die, i’ma celebrate

that b-tch done f-cked up
n-ggas ran through, they lucked up
pointed their guns, they bluffed up
never took a life, they soft-soft
sh-t get me sick, i cough-cough

all of that internet, fun in their head
comment like gangsters, but soft in there bed
privileged f-cks, they never had bled
you a waste of sp-ce, you a waste of egg, f-ck
b-tches run around like satan
playin’ hearts for the one who’s capin
hero, hero, man, that sh-t is fadin
stop caring like my n-gga jaedenn

never been the type to hate on a b-tch
there’s first for it all when a b-tch ain’t sh-t
sometimes a b-tch is a n-gga at face
when you press him in person
that n-gga will flake (yuh)

we gon’ shoot at the stars
for the moon or outer sp-ce
n-ggas thinkin’ that he hard
b-tch, then catch it in your face
this the type of game we play to win we not gon’ play it safe
n-gga, if this ain’t your burial you probably catchin’ strays

we gon’ shoot, at the stars, for the moon or outer sp-ce
n-gga’s thinkin’ that he hard, b-tch then catch it in your face
this the type of game we play to win we not gon’ play it safe
n-gga, if this ain’t your burial you probably catchin’ strays

- stazthehokage

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