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letra de super villianz - willtharapper

[intro]
what it do will
do will, do will, do will
it’s me, it’s me, it’s me
i swear to god, i’m f-cking back

[verse 1]
b-tch we some super villains (aye)
we ain’t savin’ sh-t, b-tch we k!llin’ (aye)
and we won’t stop till we make a million (aye)
double that sold in the buildin’ (aye)
money stacked to the f-cking ceiling (aye)
call papa he got this finished (aye)
my squad turned, we don’t do no chillin’ (aye)
get rich that’s the f-ckin’ mission (aye)

[verse 2]
look i come through yo’ block
with that lead on that glock
n-gg-s probably stickin’ i’m blockin’ that shot
shoot up his top, shoot up his block
flirt with his b-tch then give me some top
hit her from the back while i’m smokin’ from a pack
hit it real quick, you can have her right back
[?] that’s for the bros
she dress like a pimp we been trainin’ her go
hold on one moment, put the chain to the floor
i was rappin’ real fast, let me go a little slow, uh

[verse 3]
now i need everyone to team up
if you fake we gon’ wet that boy t up
and you know we’ll gasoline her
boy she a diva you can’t please her (aye)
but when the time come we gonna squeeze her

[verse 4]
i be hot like i’m superman
power in my ruger man
i don’t smoke no fake for favours
we call her like two can sam
yo, where my shooter at
yo, be computer macs
skkrt, then we shoot ‘em
and we score and then ya’ll lose a man
i be ‘bout this money
give a sh-t bout no loser fam
b-tches out here say they love me
that sh-t be confusing them
aye i’m not superman
aye, i won’t do you man
aye, you not louis slang
aye, don’t know who you am
aye, is bout 30 in this 50 f-ck a n-gg- feelins’
do you 30 in a jiffy, head off while you driven
i mean driving man
i’m higher than the f-ckin’ ceiling
my b-tch mad at me
don’t give a f-ck about her feelins’

[verse 5]
swear i smoke so much like i don’t wanna smoke no mo’
i f-cked your b-tch so much don’t even wanna throw no mo’ (uh)
n-gg-s hot up in these streets don’t need a code no mo’ (aye)
hide up in the boucherie don’t wanna roll no mo’ (aye)
i’m freestyling on this sh-t don’t wanna rap no mo’ (oh)
told that b-tch i’m in the streets don’t wanna trap no mo’ (aye)
told that b-tch i’m in her booth don’t wanna trod no mo’ (aye)
told that b-tch she gotta go don’t wanna clock no mo’ (aye)
told that b-tch she on my line don’t wanna talk no mo’ (aye)
she ain’t scared to drop me off i don’t wanna walk no mo’ (aye)

[verse 6]
i told that b-tch to find her own way home (aye, aye)
told that b-tch to take the long way home (aye, aye)
freestyling see my mind way gone (aye, aye)
it’s on the muscle why my line’s way strong (aye, aye)
that b-tch told me will, man you a beat crusher
i told that b-tch f-ck rap, i’m a street runner (aye)
that b-tch p-ssy wet, like water
i told that b-tch you wanna f-ck, place a quarter (aye, aye)
i’m f-cking b-tches in the careo (aye)
i f-ck her good she gotta get carried though (aye)
aye i’m in the streets these p-ssy n-gg-s took the scary route
i want the cheese lil’ n-gg- i took the dairy road (aye)
you n-gg-s lactose intolerant (aye)
i pull my thirty out and get to poppin’ it (aye)
if i see her then i’m dropping her
dead bodies all on this block and sh-t (aye)
(aye, aye, aye, aye -)

- willtharapper

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