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letra de atl - sysho & dylber

[verse 1: sysho]
bl–dy nose, bl–dy nose
everything colored like rose
keep the link down on the low (down on the low)
but everything goes (everything, everything) everything goes
keep her on her toes, i just move to quick, sorry you too slow
these b-tches tryna get me out my zone
i done did that sh-t, i’ve been stuck in a hole
she said i’m working to hard, yeah i know
i’m just not feeling it tequra sone
i’m sorry my hearts like the sword in a stone
quit asking me sh-t, you know that i’m grown
i got this sh-t on my lone
i got this sh-t on my lone (yeah, yeah, yeah)
these b-tches be tryna get me (get me)
these b-tches be tryna get me (get me)
got me feeling whitney (whitney)
no pink, i been moving swiftly (swiftly)
if i’m going too rough, i’ll go gently (gently)
getting head in the back of an all black bentley
my b-tch so bad you can call her kimberly
you can talk all you want and i’ll still say, “b-tch, please”
pretty kitty make her purr when i hit it
i beat it up, i make her woo when i finish
keep her close, i got no clue when this ending
i’m dirty with the d-ck, phew, i am winded
see the shadows and i start to get skittish
grab the glock, you know my heart starts its kicking
save shawty from these demons (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i been slaying heathens
breathing poison, n—-s stop thinking
that i’m just playing (i’m just playing)
i can go super saiyan (saiyan)
maybe hit 3rd gear
but that sh-t be insane (woah)
baby, nah i’m just playing
[????????????]
[verse 2: dylber]
that b-tch fall for me, somebody yell timber (timber)
i didn’t think i was ever gon’ get her
legs over her head, yeah that b-tch so limber
if she yo girl why she screaming out dylber? (dylber)
i pay for dinner so i’m gonna bill her
she talk ’bout, “what’s that?” like she don’t remember (what’s that?)
ice on my wrist make you feel like it’s winter (brr)
you know if i could i’d go back to december
you gonna pull that sh-t back like a pistol
she blowin’ on it like that sh-t a whistle
call it a brush, i don’t f-ck wit a bristle
you know right after that you gonna kiss her
calling her wifey you making me miss her
i put a kid in it call for a sitter
she told me stick that sh-t right in the sh-tter
i’m being nice, i don’t know why you bitter
bl–dy nose (bl–dy nose)
you a hoe (you a hoe)
talkin’ sh-t, i’m like, like, “for what” (what for?)
hop on that sh-t, hop on it like uh (uh, uh)
talkin’ all that sh-t gon get you done (get you, hit you)
bl–dy nose
what you know?
you f-cking with me
my wrist on froze (that sh-t on)
she got a b-tter face, but
but i like toast (ooh)
uh, she gon’ feel it in her toes (she gon feel it in her)
(woah, ooh)

- sysho dylber

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