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letra de beyond me - toohda band$

[intro]
(ooh, sh-t, that’s a danny g beat)

[verse 1]
park the whip, bruh, we finna creep
we finna hit them n-ggas’ block and put ’em straight to sleep
we puttin’ holes in anybody tryna stop the beef
it ain’t over ’til they all deceased
even when i hit the mall, i gotta take my heat
i don’t talk to a soul, that’s why i rap on beats
roll a three-point-five, i’m cruisin’ through the east
last time i seen 23, he was showin’ feet
that boy a trackstar
catch me in the suite gettin’ sucked, sippin’ wockhardt
b-tch, don’t get your ass slapped for tryna talk smart
the tesla came with computer ’cause the car smart
you survive this four-five, gon’ leave a big mark
b-tch, you know your p-ssy dry, need to spit start
rode the cullinan in la, this a big car
n-gga, why you lyin’ ’bout that whip? that’s your b-tch car

[verse 2]
that’s beyond me
all my ex-b-tches in the past, they behind me
right on my motherf-ckin’ side where the iron be
have you ever left a n-gga leakin’ on the concrete?
run back to the lo’, hit the road with a fine freak?
in miami drinkin’ lean, this a nice beach
my niece picked my soda up, why the sprite pink?
why these n-ggas’ b-tches on my ‘gram? ’cause they like me
old b-tch mad in her feelings, tryna fight me
i just spent three hundred dollars on a white tee
boy, we shop different
yours semi, mine fully, so the shots different
how the f-ck you comin’ bustdown, but the rocks missin’?
i don’t think that n-gga rollie real ’cause the clock tickin’
kissin’ all on a ho b-tch, he must like simpin’
opp n-ggas got the hoes fiendin’, why the dyk-s trippin’?
[verse 3]
i just woke the game up, they said the dice trippin’
he just gave me all his sh-t, i guess he like strippin’
how the f-ck you got a studio, but the mic missin’?
dog said he scared to k!ll a man, but he fight women
i don’t understand it
ar got fifty rounds, but the chop standard
my white boy in here trippin’, i’m finna pop tanner
we should’ve been robbed this n-gga, he from alabama
how the f-ck you say you hit the road but i ain’t seen n-ggas?
crazy how they say they hate a n-gga, wanna be a n-gga
n-ggas always runnin’ to the ‘gram, but won’t meet up with us
you said you wanna stay alive, don’t be with n-ggas
’cause if we catch them n-ggas out, we puttin’ heat to n-ggas
tray just got a hundred-round, he swiss cheesin’ n-ggas
i got five thousand on my cousin, really sleepin’ n-ggas
edd, ppp help the weakest n-ggas

- toohda band

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