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letra de baby shark - tec

[intro]
n-gg-s get k!lled every day, b
protegebeatz
sh-t for real, ayy
that lu sh-t

[chorus]
they got sharks in that water
them b-tches spark, sig soiled
i did it for them dead fathers
n-gg- diss me, he gon’ be a dead artist
your b-tch came, rode my d-ck, i had to give her gas money
they be like, “man, he fresh,” and baby, i got cash money
thirty bands on the cuban, i been gettin’ fast money
plus i got a lil’ juvie that go get that bag for me

[verse 1]
run them b-tches to the sky, yeah
you hate me, eat a d-ck and die fast
f-ck our age, that b-tch not fast
i been outer sp-ce on that walk back
too many chemicals, i’m on that indica
f-ck that lil’ b-tch and i won’t even remember her
and i don’t even give a f-ck
backend big racks, can’t bend ’em up
i said i’m hussein, she said you insane and never could change
ahead of my time, gon’ grind ’til i get ahead of the game
louis v frames on in the dark, i got pain all in my heart
we gon’ bang out when it’s war, left his brains all on his ‘board
he say he thuggin’, show you ride
won’t get you one, we can go tonight
up it and bust it and hold it tight
make a n-gg- cutthroat you, that soldier life
that we livin’, they taught us this since children
i got n-gg-s comin’ home and i got n-gg-s stealing, they been
floating with that rod, tryna reel me one in
before december 31st, i put his year to an end
they put you in that he-rs-, b-tch, you can’t try again
there ain’t no sign, just beware ‘fore you dive in

[chorus]
they got sharks in that water (tell ’em, luwhop)
them b-tches spark, sig soiled (like booyah, booyah)
i did it for them dead fathers (them dead prez’)
n-gg- diss me, he gon’ be a dead artist (yeah, yeah)
your b-tch came, rode my d-ck, i had to give her gas money
they be like, “man, he fresh,” and baby, i got cash money
thirty bands on the cuban, i been gettin’ fast money
plus i got a lil’ juvie that go get that bag for me

[verse 2]
when i d-ck her, don’t give her back
i make her go get a bigger bag
i met that ho up in middle cl-ss
now she sit in front whop when attendance p-ss
f-cked the first night, i hit her fast
that boy not a spider, he not big or fast
rolled up his light and he hit the gas
we gon’ trap all night ’til we get a bag
for them dead presidents, not hesitant, we go and get it
poppin’ seals, red medicine up in my kidney
pockets filled with blue benjamins, got drums, no instruments
they gon’ come step on the infants ’til n-gg- come with my interest
industry rappers, got no interest in them
they copy lu, that sh-t they do, they gettin’ it from him
got an all-white glock, and that b-tch spit like eminem
no papa doc, this b-tch’ll never choke
roll up an opp and i inhale the smoke

- tec

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