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letra de ambiance? 2 - untamabletablez

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[verse 1: tablez]
(tablez shut the f-ck up)
neck got brodie asking “is that frost” and now he f– up (now he)
got you going blind, loosing effects, ya need a buff up
don’t throw a hissy fit (aye)
blame the rng go get ya luck up

i been buying bullsh-t for no reason now
credit good so she gonna get spoiled like a new season out
talking sh-t online, i’ll have my homeboy hack all three accounts (you’re done)
she thought she was classy til i asked her
“why you pee so loud?” she freezing now
catch me in the spot wearing prada, b-tch
have my squad swoop in and mow you down like a kubata, b-tch
we gon’ make sh-t pop then disappear, like osama, b-tch
don’t think we can chill, you worse than twitch with all that drama, b-tch
oh and f-ck ya momma, b-tch

d-mn she got some congas
got me staring like i’m eevisu
get it how i live
that’s the motto when i hang wit these two
n-ggas will switch up on they whole squad and end up like the wii u (yuck)
beat that b-tch up to the ground
so he can join with #metoo (yeah)

[verse 2: kiddodagawd]
i rewrote this verse like three times (and it’s trash)
can confirm: that sh-t is still garbage (p-ssy)
big wylin
i just dropped gassed up and got a lil milage
d-ck riding
all you n-ggas p-ssy, f-ck yo clique them n-ggas cl-t riding
wait, wait, f-ck up out my face
i said i can’t f-ck on no b-tch if she bald like andrew tate (of course)
i got keeps if she be sweet if she bs then it’s olay
i’m moving weight
stupid b-tch gone ask me how much can i bench (like 150)
got mitosis on my d-ck and mitochondria the wrist (i guess)
check the fit
i ain’t mad, you should really check the fit
you spent fifty on a bag but you can’t even watch yo jit
holy sh-t
been in the biz, need my bucks shout out to biden
23 the rims, watch em spin that’s how i’m riding (franchise boys)
pop out in a blimp and leave that sh-t on auto pilot
yeah, you know i’m known to carry all the steel like i’m byron heh (that’s a pokémon bar)
hit that n-gga with a car like he brian
[verse 3: fleeticus]
b-tch, it’s big fleet and i’m high as f-ck
where that p-ssy n-gga? we gon’ beat him down n tie him up
and if i can’t hit him i ain’t aiming i’m just spraying up
ain’t no use in praying i’m with satan, he gon’ scoop you up

sipping on that holy water, that’s what’s in my double cup
they say you ain’t scared of demons, p-ssy boy i’m one of em
steady getting to this money, we might come and sn-tch yo funds
why the f-ck these n-ggas run when me and the universe is one?

something of a mother f-cking idol
it’s lord fleet b-tch don’t forget the f-cking title
ima keep on revvin, why you n-ggas steady idle?
and the bullets kinda homeless, can they stay wit u a while?

fleet, kiddo, tablez, the big three
something like team sonic when we run at you with top speed
p-ssy n-ggas funny if they thinking they can stop we
might just blow my brains to show you can’t n0body stop me

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