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letra de ​serpant - ​thr33

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[intro: thr33 & omgkeon]
s-slide with the stick then i do my danc-
shawty a freak, grippin’ on my pants
th-that boy a b-tch, he a wannabe
she said my d-ck big just like a tree
that boy want a song, i don’t do the feats
when i become rich, i’ma stil’ be cheap
my mom in the kitchen whippin’ gb soup
i caught me a opp, made that n-gga p–p
took off on the plug, n-gga, “see ya” boo!”
i cannot see sh-t-
yeah, yeah
this is a slump audios exclusive
aye, yeah, come on
yeah, come on, yeah, b-tch, come on
aye, aye, yeah, yeah, yeah
[chorus: omgkeon]
aye, b-tch, i been up servin’ (aye, servin’, yeah)
i-i-i got b-tches on that cornеr twerkin’ (like, what the f-ck, b-tch? ewww)
f-ck it, i might pull up in a sеrgeant
hit me a jugg, n-gga, need it urgent
yeah, she want a bag, yeah, she want a birkin
b-b-birkin, we on yo’ neck like serpent
yeah, she from the strip, yeah, b-tch, i’m at service

[verse 1: omgkeon]
uh, we get a bag on yo’ head, n-gga
speak on my name, we gon’ leave you dead, n-gga
sayin’ my name, you a fed, n-gga
crashin’ out, all i see is red, n-gga
yeah, i’m on my own
send a red flag like a strike zone
crush yo’ head, d-ck and punch yo’ legs and break yo’ backbone, b-tch
put yo’ head in holdin’, boy, i hold sticks
say you got motion, b-tch, you gettin’ jugged
she in the woods, playin’ with my wood
how you a dork n-gga from the hood?
hittin’ yo head, n-gga, like you suge
not makin’ bands, b-tch, you wish you could
roll that n-gga in that pack
l-l-light his ass up like a backwood
got yo’ b-tch up on her cycle, yeah
ponytail up on my head, feelin’ like shawn michaels, yeah
put a n-gga in a box, something like recycle, yeah
never been a trash n-gga, b-tch, i am a natural, yeah
[verse 2: thr33]
aye, aye, aye
she want to me to save her, i’m not a knight
i beat yo’ b-tch guts then tell her, “good night”
b-tch, i got the strap, i ain’t come to fight
yo-you lovin’ that thot? you know that’s not right
mm-mmm, b-tch, i’m tryna pipe
you talkin’ that sh-t, you gon’ get me tight
‘member i was young, i was stealin’ bikes
b-tch, you better move, get up out my sight
ha, ha, ha
that boy a b-tch, he cry to his mommy
nigerian plug named toluwani
my bih’ p-ssy wet just like tsunami
you don’t get no hoes, boy, that’s a bummer
you said that i’m dumb, n-gga, you is dumber
aye, n-gga, i am not yo’ mans!!!
s-slide with the stick then i do my dance
shawty a freak, grippin’ on my pants
th-that boy a b-tch, he a wannabe
she said my d-ck big just like a tree
that boy want a song, i don’t do the feats
when i become rich, i’ma stil’ be cheap
my mom in the kitchen whippin’ gb soup
i caught me a opp, made that n-gga p–p
took off on the plug, n-gga, “see ya” boo!”
i cannot see sh-t, n-gga, peek-a-boo!
i stay with the gang, i stay with the crew
he came out that jail, now that boy a fruit
my n-gga, you ass, put that sh-t on mute (ha, ha)
[chorus: omgkeon]
aye, b-tch, i been up servin’ (aye, servin’, yeah)
i-i-i got b-tches on that corner twerkin’ (like, what the f-ck, b-tch? ewww)
f-ck it, i might pull up in a sergeant
hit me a jugg, n-gga, need it urgent
yeah, she want a bag, yeah, she want a birkin
b-b-birkin, we on yo’ neck like serpent
yeah, she from the strip, yeah, b-tch, i’m at service

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