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letra de lied 2 mah face - warrenxo

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[intro]
(ya, ski, ya, skiii ya, skiii)
[chorus]
wake up b-tch, i’m fleek
got 2 hunnid on the dash (on the dash)
i’m to fast lil’ b-tch you hopin’ i don’t crash (i don’t crash)
b-tch i’m too geeked up, i don’t give a f-ck about it b-tch
she lied right to my face, yeah she like right to my face
don’t give a f-ck, i caught a case
got a new crib, i got a new place
call my shooter, you get shot in the face
(car to fast y’all don’t wanna race)
(huh) slime
b-tch, i made a hunnid off 2 packs
b-tch, i don’t give a f-ck
you can get that sh-t right back
you a real shooter, hold your motha’ f-ckin’ sticks up
hands in the air, like she a lil’ stick up
walked in the club lil’ b-tch i got my bl!ck up
popster and my sis got hiccups

[verse]
b-tch, i walk with the stick (skii)
b-tch i walk with the choke
we can’t really solve it, if you got a f-ckin problem
b-tch, i feel like i’m osama, put yo ass right in thе coffin
b-tch, this blunt so big, i’m coughing
p-ssy, p-ssy boy, you lost it (haha)
b-tch, i go so crazy, b-tch, i f-ckin’ lost it (i f-ckin’ lost it)
man, f-ck this b-tch, i put you in a coffin (in a coffin)
(huh)
b-tch, this blunt so big, i’m coughing
in a different mode, b-tch, i’m geekеd (b-tch, i’m geeked)
i’m on fleek (huh, woo)
bad b-tch said she wanna f-ck on me
b-tch wanna smoke, i got a lil’ weed
yeah, this sh-t look lil’ mystic
lil’ boy said he wouldn’t fien
but lil’ sh-t, that sh-t ain’t free (woo)
[chorus]
wake up b-tch, i’m fleek
got 2 hunnid on the dash (on the dash)
i’m to fast lil’ b-tch you hopin’ i don’t crash (i don’t crash)
b-tch i’m too geeked up, i don’t give a f-ck about it b-tch
she lied right to my face, yeah she like right to my face
don’t give a f-ck, i caught a case
got a new crib, i got a new place
call my shooter, you get shot in the face
(car to fast y’all don’t wanna race)
(huh) slime
b-tch, i made a hunnid off 2 packs
b-tch, i don’t give a f-ck
you can get that sh-t right back
you a real shooter, hold your motha’ f-ckin’ sticks up
hands in the air, like she a lil’ stick up
walked in the club lil’ b-tch i got my bl!ck up
popster and my sis got hiccups

[outro]
(b-tch i walk with the choke, choke)

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