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letra de witcha - wint

[verse]
on the same sh-t, boy, i bet it’s a bummer
yeah, huh, walk through the hood with them racks
we count 50s and hundreds
yeah, hey, you talkin’ to me, but i don’t—
yeah, talkin’ to me, can’t be trusted for nothin
go pop some molly, get running
i’m tryna pop your lil’ melon, b-tch
well, show me the f-ck is you sellin’
boy, i got za, and, you could take zip
i make it back just to make it flip
i can’t take a thot home from my strip
b-tch, i need some vetement on my fit
we gettin’ really old as sh-t, f-ck
bodies drop, they askin’ who doin’ it
i’m an old soul came with the cooler kit
i’mma also slime you with number
racks on, i just went undercover
you a b-tch, so you can’t be my brother
smokin’ sh-t, you was smokin’ on thunder
can’t f-ck, cause this b-tch, she a runner
pool stick, keep a cane in the summer
bad b-tch, on my d-ck, i don’t want her
n-ggas talk, but i don’t really get that
i got this b-tch, it’s a bummer
sear zero send through like it’s pitch black
huh, huh, yeah, huh, huh, huh, huh
that i’m good with i’m tryn’ forget ya
trust ain’t somethin’ that i’m good with, i’m tryna forget ya
i can’t crop these n-ggas out fast enough, close the picture
i catch body, body, body, i feel like the witcher
you was tryin’ to get some zatti, we could come get witcha
it’s a shop, b-tch, what you need
i got clocks and i got heat
n-ggas cannot f-ck with gang
lil’ b-tch, you know we tote them beams
you can get the f-ck from round, that realness don’t lay in your jeans
she can say all the sh-t she want, lil’ hoe
ion’t even know what that mean
i pop my sh-t on e
do this sh-t on me, i do it dolo
keep hands on this stick, lil’ b-tch
they callin’ me young solo
i don’t think that you should f-ck with gang
this stick gon’ hit your ojos
get to frying n-ggas up like pollo
i’m sendin’ codes out, b-tch, too postal
now i’m smokin’ by the water, i’m way too coastal
drunk off the wockhardt, don’t sip soju
i ain’t pickin’ up the phone, i’m on antisocial timing
and this b-tch wan’ see me glowing
i put full racks up on these owens
they say don’t back down, cause you chosen—
and you golden, n-gga
pick sh-t up, don’t stop goin’, n-gga
[outro]
i appreciate that, all the words ya’ll n-ggas drop for a young n-gga like
that sh-t really do mean a lot, feel me cause you can really be your own worst enemy
or another person
you got to know yourself bro, that’s when
you dealing with somebody that don’t know themselves (this is yaire)
thats not for you to be telling ‘em you feel me (and you listening to rebirth radio, b-tch)
or if a n-gga try do some to me or try to, youknoimsayin, like
i’mma have to f-ck em up
thats why n-ggas don’t be having no friends
not tryna go through the bullsh-t
nah, h-ll yeah
but you got your rap sh-t
oh yeah, i been maining that sh-t, you feel me
just lockin’ in, makin’ sure that sh-t is alright
that’s really my best friend right there yeah, yeah

- wint

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