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letra de beef remix - trxggatre

[intro]
yeah yeah(who got), yeah, yeah, yeah yeah(who got)
yeah, yeah, yeah yeah(it’s trxgga), yeah, yeah, yeah yeah(who got)
beef wit me, aye who got beef wit me?(who got it)
aye who got beef wit three?(aye who got it)
who got, who got(who got it)

[verse 1: trxggatre]
i stunt on these n-ggas like evel knievel, i told her her p-ssy too evil(ughh)
my n-ggas shoot at yo head like a regal(pew pew)
told trelly to hop on the feature
i ain’t talking unless you got checks for me(nah)
i’m like kd you n-ggas not checking me(yes sir)
facetime yo b-tch and tell her to stop texting me
black and white diamonds i look like a referee(diamonds be shining)
gotta keep moving, you can’t get the best of me
t-r-x-g-g-a like a spelling bee
never put o’s before like the letter “p”(never)
all about my green, just like some celery
i skip through the city in black suburbans
white people love me they say i’m urban(love it)
i got a snap full of b-tches i’m curvin’
n-gga so fresh my clothes smell like detergent(ch-ch)
please do not hit me unless it is urgent(nope)
i can see all my enemies lurking
if you not moving with me or my energy
i gotta drop you cause you worthless
n-ggas is shaking they start to get nervous
thunder outta texas like kendrick perkins
counting my chicken like i work at church’s
i got a good feeling about it, i’m certain
i answered the beat(h-llo, h-llo), cause it was calling me, i don’t want yo apology
a star in the making, i study astrology, yo shawty suck all of me
honestly, you n-ggas don’t bother me just look at the artistry
n-ggas get grimy, i’ll come for yo arteries
for whoever got beef wit me(b-tch)
look, beef wit me(who got it), aye who got beef wit me(who got it)
look nowadays when there’s tension n-ggas go to tweet
they know in they heart they do not want no beef wit me(no sir)
so simply, you can see me in the streets
aye who got beef wit me(who got it)
aye who got beef wit me(aye who got it)
aye who got beef wit me(aye who got it)
aye who got beef wit me(aye who got it)
say i got n-ggas in the trenches that’s on call for three(for three)
say i got n-ggas in the trenches that’ll k!ll for me, yea yea
[verse 2: trel god]
why the homie trel so cool
why he always getting flyer fresher than these dudes(hmm hmm)
d-mn, why the boy trel so rude i thought that we was cool
but now he wanna throw a attitude (b-tch)
why he don’t just pop out wit his boo
it’s been too long and we all know how he do
d-mn, why he see my b-tch and try too shoot
he said that she was cute
and comment on her picture “what it do”(pew pew pew pew)
racine n-gga i can show you how to move
and if you left the bedroom without the tool then you f-cked up the rules(pow)
trel and trxggatre up in this b-tch blew up a fuse
my n-gga like we steel and q b-tch but this ain’t juice(p-ssy)
i sparked a wood and sipped sum henny got me feelin’ loose
so tell ole dude he want a problem i won’t hesitate shoot
facetime wit a b-tch i had to put that hoe on mute
homie had sum info heard that you sum p-ssy for the crew(d-mn)
i ain’t even much surprised tho(nah)
when you was sucking i seen the look in ya eyes hoe(ahh)
ain’t got no time to be making a lil b-tch my hoe
i need a girlfriend, a lover, a f-cking psycho
nah i’m trippin, but i don’t need no f-cking side hoe
a bougie b-tch that want money nah not no thot hoe
i need a bonnie and clyde ready to die hoe
i need a girl that get that money and got side goals(i ain’t trippin’)
i know my grandma keep me safe tho(hmm)
ain’t been to church in a minute but got a safe soul(hmm)
ain’t been to church in a minute but i still pray tho(yea yea)
then i go get it and hustle go get the pesos(yea yea)
i want a g wagon, bentley, and a lambo
i want my kids to travel everywhere they wanna go
i want some diamonds iced out on my f-cking headstone
i’m off this beef sh-t back to the bread i gotta go(b-tch)
[outro: trxggatre & trel god]
yea…n-gga who want it n-gga, if you got beef wit my bruddas n-gga that mean you got beef wit all of us, wassup wit it, n-ggas want beef till i bring it to they cutting board, wassup wit it, let ‘em know tre, on me n-gga you know who it is, trxgga, trel god(trel god), you know what the f-ck going on n-gga, no n-gga want war wit us…you n-ggas p-ssy, had to spit heat in the booth(b-tch), had to spit heat in the booth, i chopped the top all off my coupe, hmm, you chopped the top off the coupe, well i did it too except mine like magic it went off like poof, the f-ck is you n-ggas gone do…b-tch!(b-tch)…ayee we ran that hoe

- trxggatre

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