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letra de [ take a lick - freestyle ~ 2 ] - [ tali & milo ]

[ take a l!ck – freestyle ~ 2 ] lyrics
[verse 1: wokejb]
ooh, smacked an alien looking n-gga, mark zuck
beat up this lil white n-gga he was ¨like your a cuck!¨
hit that n-gga with my stick like a hockey puck
asked him did he want smoke he ain’t want none
shot a fat n-gga, big pun
my opp wanna fight n-gga i said good luck
shot a n-gga in his stomach he went to take a dump
hopped on a fortnite got hit with a f-cking pump (f-ck is that?)

[verse 2: øddity]
your mami in the kitchen while i f-ck on your abuela
f-ck with my crew, get a knife in your glabella
you think that you’re the alpha, but homie, you the beta
your sk!ll set is minuscule while mine is f-cking mega
eat her ass like a food cake, call me skeppy
all thesе b-tches ‘round me be so pеtty
on my knees while i’m sucking on your papi
call me pop, cuz my shawty got the fatty

[verse 3: jada 0/////0]
b-tches wanna fight, like, i can’t bruh
you ain’t even relevant, don’t give 2 f-cks
what was her name? i think it was samantha
i don’t know a samantha so it had to be amanda
it doesn’t matter tho, suck my d-ck like fanta
calling her monkey cause she eats my banana
i got a great team, the next alabama
i do this everyday, so it doesn’t even matter
[verse 4: vespire]
independent as i am, i still got my gang (f-ck you)
my boys, my girls, my family’s bang (f-ck two)
don’t get real tight with me, act out
baby, chill out, you don’t gotta shout
i know your here, just for the clout
so show them it’s you, show them what we about
(show them)
barcade, smoke the shade
shoot ’em up with sh-t like spade
shoot the stars
couple rings on my ass
rock on ’em (ay)
f-ck my attitude?
but the devil said i’m proud of you (uh)

[verse 5: satellashon]
i’m been going harder then my mother f-cking team
ballin’ back to back without a f-cking jersey
i’m steady learning, in the kitchen making some dirty (sprite)
she wanna stay up on the phone all night
don’t feel the same, she said “it’s all right”
ay, she wanna be my wife but i want her out my sight
i can’t get too close to these hoes, i’m getting bored
i tried to calm down my psycho mom, she cut the wifi cord (oh lord)
felt so mad i wanna hit her but my mom she’s mentally ill
so i’m ’bout to call the boys and he gon’ give me a x-pill
shinji ikari, ’bout to lose my f-cking sh-t
my father like gendo, you’ve never been there to support me you
“get in the f-kin’ robot shinji”, b-tch please, are you sh-tting me
screw you guys, the world and instrumentality
’cause i’m ’bout to cause a f-cking fatality
i wanna be mangaka, that’s the dream
watching highschool dxd but wait, where’s koneko
f-ck school, f-ck you, f-ck you, your cool
remember watching yu-gi-oh in highschool
got too many waifus to count up in my harem
go ahead and touch my wifu i dare ’em
okay, i’m bored, i’m out, i’m done ’cause i’m finna read some lilith’s cord (uwu)
[verse 6: ilomilo]
i said take a l!ck, all these fellas want some honey
all you f-ckers, psa, don’t need money
b-tches always laughing, like, f-ck, what’s so funny?
then we look at the hoes starin’, with their drool so runny
us b-tches so hot, makin’ you think, “is this a s-x bot?”
(okay, okay, yuck, yuck, yuck, yuck, yuck)
i’m so tired of you motherf-ckers shootin’ ya shots
well, well, take a l!ck, take a sip, not a lot
mess around, and you gon’ get caught
fresh off the last cypher, careful, i’ll take your wife-r
better find your life alert, ’cause this sh-t will f-ckin’ hurt
“oh, sweet honey, you gon’ make me squirt!”
ah, no matter, just wipe it on your shirt (ilomilo!)

[verse 7: nineteenhunnid]
do the dash in the god d-mn race car
my boy got the glock and he got the radar
we pull up on his house and hit with the guitar
wait hold on, let me do this sh-t real quick (hahahahaha!)
i’m in his hood, lil’ boy gon’ get tracked down
i’m in his hood, ’cause he be talkin’ down
b-tch, i’m ’bout to do my opps like a shooter
hop out the truck, this point they won’t see they future
i swear, i got my boy in yo’ hood ’cause you talk like a b-tch
i swear, yo’ girl just trynna talk to me ’cause she know i’m the sh-t
why the f-ck you dropped that trash ass mixtape? every song f-ckin’ sucked
i feel like 19 ’cause i keep me a nine nine
oh sh-t wait, that’s me
i keep the stick in my side ’cause you know what it is, g
i keep me a beam ’cause i don’t trust no b-tch
oh sh-t, my army pull up ’cause you talk on my brother
oh sh-t, my army pull up on you but we don’t tell your mother
she said i’m a lame, but now she just wanna f-ckin’ chill
i got me three shooters, they from brazil
lil’ b-tch, no bk but we tweakin’ togheter
he talkin’ sh-t, we sent him to the nether
lil’ b-tch, this no milo, but my choppa singin’ like billie
i keep me a uzi, but i’m not from philly
we shooting up the scene, this ain’t no biggie
we made him feel like he died, this ain’t no carti
we goin’ up, (yeah), lil’ b-tch, no cardi
my choppa unstoppable, lil’ b-tch, no sia
talkin’ bout some paper planes, b-tch, no mia

- tali milo

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