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letra de christ - vaxfr

[verse 1 / chorus: treyy]
hey, hey, hey, hey, eugh
hey, hey, hey, hey, eugh
hey, hey, hey, hey, eugh
hey, hey, hey, hey, eugh

that’s your brodie like go pick him up
racks on your head n-gga showing em up
osama bin laden we blowing him up
hop in a tonka i’m towing em up
water my wrist n-gga flowing em up
come get your baba treesh cause she all on my nuts
i said come get your hoe i know she wan’ f-ck (eughhhhhhhh)
shorty on me, yeah she love whеn i hit it
ricks and my jeans b-tch you know that’s its fitted
i’ll get your ass gonе, just wait a few minutes
i’m in the kitty, i beat up the caddy
red head hoe on my peanuts like “peppermint patty”
he wanna box, imma drop the addy
i don’t know her mom but she callin’ me daddy

“zeeyoork” like stop all the dissin’
the chop get him fried like some chic-fil-a chicken
i hit it once, pass to bro double dippin’
i ain’t tryna have kids, i only put the tip in
choppa eat him up, yeah, that n-gga a munch
make out with the cl-t, chinese food for lunch
808’s punch yo face n-gga, shoutout to hunch
mike tyson my weed cause it’s packin’ a punch
paying cheap for a feature, it will not suffice
n-gga pick your poison, we rollin’ some dice
i be chill wit my n-ggas but know i’m not nice
say shoutout to saint, send you up to christ

[verse 2: vax]
eughhh
yuh we send you to christ
that n-gga need a perc to get by
pull out my choppa now you getting high (high, high)
yuh we send you to christ
f-ck n-gga i am not talking about saint
said you a god but we know that you ain’t
said you got money but you got no bank
my n-gga trey said that you a munch
that n-gga a eater he ate it for lunch
think that it’s time i get sad in this b-tch
think that it’s time i get mad in this b-tch
said he got money that n-gga not rich
he wanna snitch he get put in a ditch

feel like i’m kobe get with a (yeah!)
all of my n-ggas they pull up with (brr)
all of my n-ggas they pull up sticks
sorry my n-gga that i took yo b-tch
it’s not my fault she feeling the kid-i-i-i

that n-ggas a baby that boy need a bib
i heard your music i said it was mid
i put a bullet in that n-gga rib
just go to twitter you gon’ see the vid
these n-ggas dirty i think they got lice
don’t want no more so that b-tch won’t suffice
wet that sh-t like cooking sum rice
n-gga keep talking get sent up to christ
verse 3: treyy again
that’s your brodie like go pick him up
racks on your head n-gga showing em up
osama bin laden we blowing him up
hop in a tonka i’m towing em up
water my wrist n-gga flowing em up
come get your baba treesh cause she all on my nuts
i said come get your hoe i know she wan’ f-ck

- vaxfr

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