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letra de chalk talk - stt laurentt

[chorus]
rap god
i don’t give a f-ck
i know they envy me
snap shot
i just took a pic 3 b-tches trilogy
ass what
all up in my face i said i’m sick of these
she ask what
she say she wan f-ck she want my energy
fast what criminal
keep that sh-t to a minimal
i can’t tell you how i be moving i move like intervals
gold chain rocking my b-tch & she rock identical
these hitters flopping i hear ’em rap boy it’s pitiful
black coupe rocking i pull up i might just blow a stack
cocaine, all in my nostril
i swear i feel it man
whole gang rocking b-tch topless she might just throw it back
whole game know when i’m popping i swear it over man

[verse 1]
you can laugh about it all you f-cking want
hit a b-tch 3 times i swear she want my d-ck
just like a wand
big game criminal
keep that sh-t to a minimal
i can’t f-ck with hittеrs who don’t think about it spiritual
that’s real talk, all up in that field dawg
racking up my feels dawg
i threw away thе pills dawg
like any beat i k!ll dawg
i’m a real dawg
i can’t fold on hitters who was with me since the day dot
rap game spiritual with me i don’t compare to you
i’m to f-cking lit up in the party she picking me from you
facetime showing me ass i said that i don’t need you boo
i just want my assets be growing
you best believe it dude
[chorus]
rap god
i don’t give a f-ck
i know they envy me
snap shot
i just took a pic 3 b-tches trilogy
ass what
all up in my face i said i’m sick of these
she ask what
she say she wan f-ck she want my energy
fast what criminal
keep that sh-t to a minimal
i can’t tell you how i be moving i move like intervals
gold chain rocking my b-tch & she rock identical
these hitters flopping i hear em rap boy it’s pitiful
black coupe rocking i pull up i might just blow a stack
cocaine, all in my nostril
i swear i feel it man
whole gang rocking b-tch topless she might just throw it back
whole game know when i’m popping i swear it’s over man

[verse 2]
back what, f-ck it man i’m back just for another verse
man what
i just bought her prada for f-ck the f-cking purse
she ain’t what
happy with it f-ck you on my f-cking nerve
at the same time
i might just kick yo ass to the f-cking curb
dam f-ck check on my moves it’s so critical
i can’t f-ck with hitters who moody
i don’t get it dude
i’m just tryna help you like what
i’m tryna better you
if you ain’t wanna listen then what
there’s no helping you
[pre-chorus]
fast what criminal
keep that sh-t to a minimal
i can’t tell you how i be moving i move like intervals
gold chain rocking my b-tch & she rock identical
these hitters flopping, i hear em rap boy it’s pitiful

- stt laurentt

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