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letra de bacalao - summer alone

[verse 1]
yeah, huh
f-ck all the talking, we shoot it or stab it out
ya’ll n-ggas p-ssy, you stinking like bacalao
talking like he got pressure, he capping loud
need an escalade, i wanna black it out
going stu in the booth, b-tch, i’m blacking out
gothic b-tch throw it back till’ she tapping out
twin just copped a new toolie, he crashing out
n-ggas not hearing, so they must feel
i don’t give a f-ck if that n-gga get k!lled slide on a n-gga, just give me the perky pill
shawty f-ck me, she geeked off the perky pill
why these n-ggas got the need to hurt me still?
maybe ’cause they know that i’m a threat
tony montana, let’s go to war, bett

[chorus]
gl!cks, poles, switchеs
i need gl!cks, poles, switches
gothic b-tch, hoes, witchеs
f-ck ’round, leave you switched up, hexed up
broke ass n-gga, need to go and get you cheques up
f-ck a bulletproof vest, shoot from the neck up
shawty ‘wan f-ck, i said “hoe, give the neck up”
yellowbone b-tch ’cause she look like latto
she moving conceited as f-ck, like a model
f-ck b-tches, get money, hoe, that’s my motto
slime got a 50 round drum and it hollow
take that f-ck n-gga head off, sleepy hollow
promethazine, poured it right in my bottle
monster sh-t, turn codeine crazy
mobster sh-t, tool got no safety
hostile sh-t, my foenem crazy
[verse 2]
3.5 in my blunt, i’m wavy
on my biggavel sh-t, wavy
i don’t want no normal b-tch, i’m used to all my hoes on crazy
chief keef sosa, huh
chief keef sosa, hoe don’t save me
just to talk, you ‘gotta pay me
model b-tch swallow my babies
she said, “do you love me, baby?”
i don’t think i love you, baby
i feel like i’m mr. krabs, love the cash, munyun, baby
she ‘wan work out all my cash — your business, it’s nunya, baby
brand new glock, extended mag, take you out the dunya, baby

[chorus]
gl!cks, poles, switches
i need gl!cks, poles, switches
gothic b-tch, hoes, witches
f-ck ’round, leave you switched up, hexed up
broke ass n-gga, need to go and get you cheques up
f-ck a bulletproof vest, shoot from the neck up
shawty ‘wan f-ck, i said “hoe, give the neck up”
yellowbone b-tch ’cause she look like latto
she moving conceited as f-ck, like a model
f-ck b-tches, get money, hoe, that’s my motto
slime got a 50 round drum and it hollow
take that f-ck n-gga head off, sleepy hollow
promethazine, poured it right in my bottle
monster sh-t, turn codeine crazy
mobster sh-t, tool got no safety
hostile sh-t, my foenem crazy

- summer alone

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