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letra de dance - thr33 (rapper)

i got a bad ass b-tch, n-gga i will not fumble
and n-gga chattin’, n-gga tryna talk crazy, n-gga you talkin’ to jesus
and i stay with my bro, we like b-tthead and beaves
they wan’ call when i’m up, saying “why did you leave us?”
i ain’t leave no one cause i did it by myself
these 223 bullets take a n-gga health
why these f-ck n-ggas crying?, yelling out for help
inhale h-lla’ weed, n-gga, how i breathe
if you wan’ f-ck, told her come to the crib
you is a baby, lil’ bro, where yo’ bib?
i swim in that p-ssy, just like i’ma squid
u-unc in the kitchen, whippin’ up the ri-
yeah, yeah
aye

223 bullets hit a n-gga thoroughly
bad b-tch, but i can’t f-ck, she got cooties
white b-tch came up to me with no booty
opposition got caught, now he sh-t like lil reese
and i keep h-lla gadgets in my nike shelf
all my n-ggas got black forces and they got creased
run a f-ck n-gga over in a all black jeep
run a f-ck n-gga over in a all black car
s-s-stupid ass boy tried to run but won’t make it far
guitar on this beat, n-gga, call me a rockstar
runnin’ like fast, n-gga, if i see cop car
runnin’ like- uh, wait, yeah
w-whippin’ that pot, like i’m in ratatouille
w-white plug fed up, he said he gon’ shoot me
gang up, all my n-ggas, we team umizoomi
why he say he gon’ rob me?, that boy is a goofy
you n-ggas ain’t gettin’ my choppa, lil boosie
my shawty a freak, she wan’ f-ck to lil’ toosie
and i can’t get up bro, she wan’ lego my eggo
and i do not sip wok, so i never had faygo
and i fit in the jungle, n-gga, i’m diego
pop out and might beat a n-gga like some legos
10 racks at yo’ dome, n-gga, call me sofaygo
b-tch, i’ma real ape, how i bang on my chest
b-tch, i’ma, real, ape
b-tch im the king of the jungle
these n-ggas won’t talk sh-t in person, they mumble
i got a fat ass bag, n-gga i will not fumble
i got a bad ass b-tch, n-gga i will not fumble
and n-gga chattin’, n-gga tryna talk crazy, n-gga you talkin’ to jesus
and i stay with my bro, we like b-tthead and beaves
they wan’ call when i’m up, saying “why did you leave us?”
i ain’t leave no one cause i did it by myself
these 223 bullets take a n-gga health
why these f-ck n-ggas crying?, yelling out for help
inhale h-lla’ weed, n-gga, how i breathe
if you wan’ f-ck, told her come to the crib
you is a baby, lil bro, where yo’ bib?
i swim in that p-ssy, just like i’ma squid
u-unc in the kitchen, whippin’ up the ribs
this sh-t was a hobby, now i like to rap
he said he gon’ rob who?, cap
i’ll rob yo’ house like it’s a mansion
i’m on my rx sh-t, robbin’ everybody
see rx papi, finna rob his ass
can’t even f-ck that b-tch, she smell like liquid ass
yeah
don’t even wanna f-ck, pass her to my bro
why the f-ck she lie fo’, swear that b-tch a hoe
he is a snake, he don’t follow no bro code
do you wanna learn?, n-gga i’ma teach
her coochie wet, i don’t need the beach
shut the f-ck up, tryna’ talk a speech
556 bullets give that boy the flu
caught that boy lackin’, why he doodoo?

n-gga ain’t you say that sh-t in robbing?
n-gga i don’t give a f-ck, this my song

b-tch, i’ma real ape, king kong
b-bad b-tch feenin’ for my ding dong
bad b-tch feenin’ for my nut
n-ggas fake, no, i can’t trust
b-tch, i be runnin’ sh-t like king tut
b-tch, i come in first, leave you in the dust
baby thought i love her, but i swear it’s l-st
b-b-baby thought i love her, i will not f-ck
baby thought i love her, but i will not smash
we in a h-llcat, finna crash
this ain’t no clan, n-gga, we gon’ clash
school in session, welcome to class!
doo-doo-doo-doo
brbrbrbrbrbrbr
yeah

- thr33 rapper

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