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letra de bitch - steezyy guapo

you already know how the f-ck im rockin b-tch!
980 on this hoe!
gang!.. gang gang gang!
skrrt skrrt!

3s up makem freeze up
ls up or sh-lls up

b-tch im finna act a f-ckin fool wit it
b-tch im finna puttem on the news wit it!

b-tch im from the land of the kickdoors
if my youngins pullin up then you gettin smoked
put a hollow through his neck and watch the n-gg- choke
how you say you gettin bread but you stay broke
make a n-gg- disappear like i was a pope
run up wit them mops out and leave a n-gg- soaked
momma said you actin up i’ll wash yo mouth wit soap
cuz i’m quick to pop a top like it was a c-ke

young n-gg- in the game b-tch im real clean
sittin on some 24s it look real mean
yo b-tch give me head like some oil sheen
all my n-gg-s keep a tool wit a red beam
you see a b-tch wit us then she wit the team
yeah that b-tch a eater she a f-ckin fiend
and yeah i love my money yea i love that green
got some holos for a n-gg- thats gon come between

gotta 40 that kan hold 30 shots n-gg-
so many beams you’d think he got chicken pox n-gg-
im shootin at yo frame dont get cropped n-gg-
why you cuffin all them hoes yous a cop n-gg-
my youngins h-ttin licks trynna get a figure
that n-gg- say we beefin imma f-ck his sister
let me catch a quick nut then imma dismiss her
b-tch im cuttin in up like a f-ckin scissor

you better stay in yo lane b-tch you ain’t bout sh-t
you playin sports wen i pull up better be fit
my n-gg-s tote glocks wit the kooling kit
red beams on that b-tch so they won’t miss
flip a n-gg- quick like a light switch
i need foreign broad i like my b-tch mixed
that n-gg- hatin on me kuz i’m gettin rich
f-ck a n-gg- b-tch and we ain’t even kiss

im gettin paid
im gettin blazed
catch a n-gg- lackin like some krispy kreme he gettin glazed
all my b-tches dangerous you know my b-tches totin blades
bout to add some bodys on my glock since they throwin shade
we can meet and like a barber p-ssy boy you gettin fade
you can’t take the heat p-ssy n-gg- boy you need some shade
all my n-gg-s animals so free my n-gg-s out that cage
all these n-gg-s talkin crazy till a n-gg- get laid

n-gg-s claim they shooters but ain’t never bust no shots
all these n-gg-s hide in houses swear they look for opps
yo b-tch keep thinkn that she bad tell her do some squats
i keep a tool on me like im bob cuz n-gg-s plot
and once you get caught p-ssy n-gg- then you got
chop a n-gg- up if he talkin to the cops
catch a body then i leave the city in a yacht
will i get caught only time kan tell like a watch
(b-tch!)

- steezyy guapo

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