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letra de maniac lullaby - willy cardiac

[intro]
count my v.i.p (uh)
freestyle for your b-tch
she said she sucking
give me neck (uh)
i need h-lla blunts
count so much money
hurt my thumbs (uh)
timmy turners always wishing
that a n-gg- flop (uh)
smoking gas, i pull it
b-tch i do pull out
no sons (ey)
she got -ss like vivian
i f-cked in the woods (ey)
now she call my phone
i told her “b-tch i’m already booked”
she got -ss like give me give me
give me h-lla goods (ey)
pull up to hood (ey)

[hook]
count my v.i.p (uh)
freestyle for your b-tch
she said she sucking
give me neck (uh)
i need h-lla blunts
count so much money
hurt my thumbs (uh)
timmy turners always wishing
that a n-gg- flop (uh)
smoking gas, i pull it
b-tch i do pull out
no sons (ey)
she got -ss like vivian
i f-cked in the woods (ey)
now she call my phone
i told her “b-tch i’m already booked”
she got -ss like give me give me
give me h-lla goods (ey)
pull up to hood (ey)

[w-lly cardiac: intro]
yea i smoke
yea i got too many hoes
n-gg-s acting crazy
i might just pull up and get on rogue
get on go
i’m on my coat
i got fendi i got rosé
i got all the sh-t t these n-gg-s flex about
but they don’t own ey

[w-lly cardiac: verse]
give me a set
i might test it
got to many foes on my phone
they tryna test
clone me
calling your girl
i might smash it
got too many hoes at my home
i might p-ss it ey
pull up crazy
i got 80 000
on my line
and i’m high as b-tch ey
alcoholic
when i sip on henny
man i don’t give a f-ck about sh-t
2 glocks
n-gg- get gunned down
2 many calls on my line
i might sign out
got like 83 now
vivian west
got like 2 hawks
give me your best
supreme n-gg-
you ain’t getting no rest
i ain’t got to pay a hoe
for my vivian west
got like 2 glocks
2 glocks
n-gg- you gone die
you been talking sh-t
get gunned down

[the big hash: verse]
told that b-tch she stand no chance of hopping on my c-ck
every party i show up at i get unlimited stock
let a thottie give me head
i never let her know my thoughts
sh-t gets crazy when she tells her friends i’m beating on her box
boys on the block
man, i’m hardly asleep when i’m b-mping your music, i’m barely awake
i call my d-ck a lil uzi, that p-ssy i punish
ain’t c-m yet, eternal atake
play with that b-tch like a flute and a basket
i’m well aware people treat her like a snake
ain’t cook in the kitchen, ain’t cleaning them dishes, i just want dessert, boy i came for my cake
yuh
young and getting rich
give no f-cks about a b-tch
got three stripes up on my pants
put my d-ck on her two lips
barely party at the sands
i make alternative plans
take the anger to the pits
h-rny hoes just wanna dance
talk bout the way that i feel on a beat
i got hittas if you wanna come to my spot
she got no teeth when suck on my meat
funny when she go low
she still giving me top
don’t send naked pics on my phone
i delete ‘em
my girl like to peek a lot
it gotta stop
i keep complaining bout drama but f-ck it
enjoying myself when i’m stirring the pot
lick it off her like jelly tots
maybe do it in a parking lot
i don’t give two f-cks
leave purple spots
shawty get too lit
while i drink my water
she take three more shots
smoking gas as loud like smelly socks
get her in a trance
cue my music, she give up her tw-t

[the big hash: outro]
if you hating, suck my d-ck
showing love, come take a pick
hoes think i’m a pompous pr-ck
coz i won’t give them my stick
i wear stripes, i don’t rock ticks
ain’t tell no lie, just check my kicks
i get em dirty in the p-ss
aye
freestyle for your b-tch
i let her suck and give me neck
perfect timing no protect
i took her from you, that’s a break
then i p-ss her to the click
cause she a fiend give her a fix
pull up, now it’s lit
b-tch the whole city know i’m lit
aye!
i’m the sh-t aye!

- willy cardiac

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