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letra de carole baskins! (ft. svb and 856.zac) [prod. by 0$] - waveg0dd

[intro: waveg0dd]
carole baskins (huh)
k!lled her husband
whacked him (huh)
fed him to tigers and dragged him (yuy)
convince me that it didn’t happen (yuy)

[verse 1: waveg0dd]
she keep it a bean cause i’m all on the scene
when i’m water water whippin’ sh-t is a breeze
when these n-ggas rappin’ they be cappin’
no please
i be drippin’ sauce-uh but that sh-t not codeine
p-ssy n-gga what you think is a bean?
counting money yeah my sh-t be so green
baldin’ crazy calling me mr. clean
hit him doo doo doo his spleen
f-ck around keep two bl!ckies
yo b-tch a motha f-ckin’ b-tch no she don’t f-ck with me
sneak a n-gga when he in philly
jumpin’ on a cop acab f-ck with me
i be rappin’ slow but a n-gga be rappin’ quickly
when i’m f-ckin’ on the b-tch i be violating her kidney
i be f-ckin’ with these b-tches but n-ggas ain’t f-ckin’ with me
cause i’m smoking all the kush and sparking it on the daily

[verse 2: svb]
talk to me let me get my death note
hit your b-tch knock her off her pedestal
never gave a f-ck about a p-ssy in the medical
money on time get me my schedule
hold my rings hoe let me get rounds
i’m bringing a signal through your town
yo sunlight shine up takin’ it down
yo b-tch in the back she shouting loud
unlock it put the f-cking rocks in
i’m boosting my knowledge
wanna be a prophet of lyrical nonsense
i got this
finna get the bag just watch this
wanna flood my wrist with watches
wanna talk sh-t that’s not it
wanna go and get your sh-t stomped in (stomped in)
finna pass it off like stockton

[verse 3: 856.zac]
i’m feelin’ too wavy
ball like mcgrady fourth quarter i’m clutch it’s bang time
dirty dancin’ like swayzee
glock call it baby
use to cop work from the state line
lil’ b-tch tried to play me
dubbed me like crazy
but i’m goin up i’m gonna make mines
you can replace me that do faze me
i’m still in the crew with the same guys
fixin’ his face with left hook
put three holes in his back like he westbrook (b-tch)
i’m baking tracks like a chef cook
took him to class like a text book (yuhhh)
straight off the porch down on ess-x my brother was ballin’
i’m spittin’ that hot sh-t
now i keep a pole everywhere that i stroll
feel i walk with a back limp
(gang gang gang gang)
[outro: 0$]
ayy
this is 0$ beats b-tch
you already know
we come in this b-tch hard
hard!
that’s what i said i said what?
b-tch!

- waveg0dd

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