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letra de horrible - tzb

[produced by cashmoneyap]

[chorus]
i can’t go to sleep
so i’m gonna be on weed for days
n-ggas so foul
sh-t that i seen it made me go crazy
people just treat me so horrible
i thinking that everything’s horrible
horrible horrible horrible horrible horrible horrible

[verse 1]
get me the flask, give me the gas, give me the match
where the motherf-cking percocets at? give me the drank
cut you off like it’s nothing, motherf-cker, what you think?
i’m a young motherf-cker just tryna get paid
i’m so vulgar, what you thought, this s’posed to be something proper?
i take doja out compartments and i feed it to your daughter
i put demons on your people, sneak dissing leads to slaughter
on that drank it smells like copper, never known to be a slacker
did the caper, sn-tched the paper, then, flip to the next chapter
you a actor, i’m a rapper, yeah, i’m wrapping up ya show
heard she like to do gymnastics, i’m wrapping up your hoe
n-ggas felt like katt williams when they walked through that do’
it just pains me to see n-ggas switch sides for this dough
and i gotta ditch ya hoes, i don’t want ’em no more
everyday they drive me crazy, i wanna smash through they wall
that’s why sometimes in the middle of the night, i’m getting throwed
and you know

[verse 2]
b-tches keep on toying, we gon’ show them p-ssies ‘paranoia’
dissolution all in they minds, i leave ’em catatonic
bring me some more tonic, i’m r-t-rded when i’m taunting targets
thought it was the chronic? naw, b-tch, a n-gga hooked on phonics
check out my performance, i was sh-tting on them n-ggas, hardly
why you gotta start it? why you gotta get my geeks going?
these the repercussions, being trolled by a tree stump
put giants on the track, n-ggas ‘fee-fi-fo-fummin”
who brought the paper to scissors? who rocked the middle finger?
careful where you leaving them digits, they get forensic wit it
we smoking shipments of citrus, like it was from the clinic
these b-tches still getting headaches, over-the-counterfeit
f-ck synergy, me and god synonymous
f-ck enemies, slay em and stay anonymous
supreme mathematics, i gotta minus em
plus these b-tches ain’t loyal, that’s what the problem is

[outro]
yeah, man, everything feels like it’s horrible. i’ve always been feeling like i’m gullible. i’m a strong rapper, i never mumble. therefore, i never fumble. and in the end, all you b-tch–ss cowards shall be crumbled

- tzb

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