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letra de hotheaded - swerzie

[intro]
you got guns but you know you ain’t poppin’ it
and this rotten sh-t tatted on every d-mn member so you know that it ain’t no stoppin’ it
b-tches told me she one for the gang, said that she needs her life with some muhf-ckin’ rot in it
and her ass so d-mn fat if the ops pull me over, i might f-ck around put my glock in it
i’m too muhf-ckin’ hotheaded, you start an issue with me then i ain’t f-ckin droppin’ it

[verse]
and i only talk numbers
and she used to sleep on me, now she hit my phone and i put it on dnd slumber
and this sh-t never stop; swear to god i go hard from the summer to summer to summer
i pull up in the range, escaldade, chevrolеt, or i might f-ck around, do the hummer
heard hе said i ain’t sh-t, but i’m up and he down, ain’t that whole situation a bummer?
i just got a new whip, push to start on that b-tch swervin’ through like i’m drivin’ on b-tter
and i rock jordan 4, i might go f-ck around and cash out up on every d-mn color
i keep shooters around me but if it come down to it i’mma go be my own gunner
he heard i’m in his city and went from a talker to nothin’ but a muhf-ckin’ runner

[hook]
the perc is my body; the perc is my diet
he tried to cross me and ended up dyin’
vehicle so fast it feel like i’m flyin’
downtime be with me, the beat he be fryin’
they sleepin’ on me like they went and popped a xan
looked at y’all team, what the f-ck is your roster man?
test one of mine i pull up with the marching band
[verse]
that mean i come with the drums on the ar
we is not p-ssy but you bet that they are
this not the game, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no treyarch
i see some b-tch rappers all in my radar
i see the b-tch in your eyes, you was born with it
i called him out and he started ignorin’ it
if i see 12 on my ass then i’m floorin’ it
i got some demons that needin’ some war within, b-tch

[outro]
knew he was cap when he said he was rotten
i don’t got n0body but uzi and rotten
bars on my head like a muhf-ckin’ vicodin
i turn to demon when i’m off the vicodin, b-tch
the perc is my body; the perc is my diet
he tried to cross me and ended up dyin’
vehicle so fast it feel like i’m flyin’
downtime be with me, the beat he be fryin’, b-tch

- swerzie

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