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letra de fuck out my face - trenchkidd flame

[intro]
(gunshots, sirens in the background)
baow, baow, baow!
what? trenchkidd flame, b-tch!
what i say? slide, slide, slide!
(808s booming, heavy bass drop)

[verse]
first off, b-tch, say my name wrong, you gettin’ smoked
second off, all that opp sh-t dead, better not approach
boy, y’all soft as f-ck, keep a pole, we kickin’ doors
she think she bad, but she a sm-t, i treat that b-tch just like a joke
b-tch, i pop out in your section, i don’t give no f-ck who there
if it’s pressure, we applyin’, send that boy up in the air
b-tch, we slidin’, bring them drums, make his mama shed a tear
i be geekin’, off a perc’, i d-mn near shot up in the mirror
n-gga talkin’ like hе tough, boy, go grab a f-ckin’ pole
catch his ass and stomp him out, that draco make his body roll
b-tch, i’m ruthless with this sh-t, i lеave his brains up on the floor
he got hit up in his spine, that p-ssy won’t move no more
i don’t f-ck with goofy n-ggas, all my k!llers trained to go
b-tch, we pop out broad day, we put them glocks up to his throat
he was yappin’ on the ‘net, now his lil’ dumbass in a hole
keep on dissin’, keep on talkin’, we gon’ let them choppers blow
b-tch, i been up in the trenches, ain’t no lackin’ in my section
try to reach up for this chain, i swear to god, you meet this wesson
we got glocks, we got ks, we got arps and macs
b-tch, i pull up where you stay, i turn your block into iraq
(gunshots, tires screeching)
b-tch, i’m off a f-ckin’ addy, i might tweak and let it spray
p-ssy tried to run his mouth, now he can’t run no type of way
b-tch, i’m known to keep a weapon, better watch the sh-t you say
hollows hit him in his noggin, made that p-ssy fade away
all my k!llers move in silence, b-tch, we step, no nba
try to creep up out that cut, he seen the flash and met the k
f-ck the talkin’, we gon’ catch him, chase him down and up the score
b-tch, i feel just like a janitor, i mop sh-t off the floor
he ain’t gang, he ain’t slidin’, what the f-ck he bangin’ for?
p-ssy speakin’ on my name, that’s gon’ get his casket closed
(drums hit hard, beat fades out)

- trenchkidd flame

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