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letra de 205 - tbs clout

[chorus]
lil country boy from the 205
i put the bullet to your brain, that’s a do or die
i like a bad lil b-tch with the big ol’ thighs
i take a whole lotta beef with a side of fries
godd-mn it, i’m ill, i’m the sickest f-ck
i need a range rover and a bentley truck
i do a lil too much, now, i’m out of luck
i got a fine ass b-tch, she gon’ give me suck, d-mn

[verse 1]
early mornin’ drinkin’ at the crack of dawn
bloodstains all on the louis vuitton
sweet lil b-tch, ain’t no pecan
big blue hunnids like admiral thrawn
real short life, better count your days
real strict god, better watch your ways
lost my step, but that’s okay
smokin’ by the cliffs in santa fe
it’s a d-mn good life, try to say your grace
i take a shard of the glass, jam it in your face
i leave you dеad on the scene, but thеre ain’t no trace
i’m headed down to the ground to a real hot place
there ain’t a thing in the world that could hold me back
i stick a blade in your chest, that’s a heart attack
i get a touchdown pass like a quarterback
a lil broke boy need his quarter back
[chorus]
lil country boy from the 205
i put the bullet to your brain, that’s a do or die
i like a bad lil b-tch with the big ol’ thighs
i take a whole lotta beef with a side of fries
godd-mn it, i’m ill, i’m the sickest f-ck
i need a range rover and a bentley truck
i do a lil too much, now, i’m out of luck
i got a fine ass b-tch, she gon’ give me suck, d-mn

[verse 2]
champagne drinkin’ at the masquerade
real sweet p-ssy like marmalade
no more friends, done got betrayed
jesus piece, you ain’t even saved
church on fire, better cause a flood
no taste just like christain blood
cigarette smoked down to the bud
lil white boy not from the mud
almost time for the final act
they tryna steal my soul with a contract
i got a switchblade tucked, it don’t retract
i done seen so much, i don’t react
i take a p-ss on your name, that’s all respect
i flex bars on bricks, that disrespect
i like a bad lil b-tch that’s double-decked
i done made so much, i ain’t even checked
[chorus]
lil country boy from the 205
i put the bullet to your brain, that’s a do or die
i like a bad lil b-tch with the big ol’ thighs
i take a whole lotta beef with a side of fries
godd-mn it, i’m ill, i’m the sickest f-ck
i need a range rover and a bentley truck
i do a lil too much, now, i’m out of luck
i got a fine ass b-tch, she gon’ give me suck, d-mn

- tbs clout

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