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letra de hazard lights - winterdabrat

[intro]
like, why you b-tches keep tryna act like y’all hate me, y’all know y’all really love me, like
keep sayin’ my name, you like how it taste, huh?
sh-t crazy
suck my d-ck, b-tch
aah!
graah

[chorus]
they on my d-ck ode, the f-ck is tiny b
that b-tch came out of jail and kept dumpin’ on beats
that b-tch scottie ain’t knocking noone off they feet
b-tch i’m here in the mitch with my cleats
i be smokin’ on [?], rollin’ up the gz
tell lil’ murda “f-ck danny, that n-gga deceased”
why lil’ ndot on d-ck, we spinning rpt
and i never saw ‘mirah, you chattin’, tell her “keep it p”
[verse 1]
i heard rebels g-y, he undercover
and dolеy be tight, he know he miss his mothеr
im sayin’, 41k, keep playin’ with the mitch
you smokin’, who while murda b up on my d-ck
i’ma beat on lil’ jenny ‘cuz she still a b-tch
and [?] if we pack him that’s a little spliff
i’m not goin’ for that
everybody get whacked
and that lil’ n-gga lay is dead because he lacked
i’m big on ebk, i gotta talk the facts
everything that these b-tches be sayin’ is cap
i listened to her track, she was whacked with the bat (aah!)
bet the flockas beat up on your cat
and you jack what they jack, that’s not how you act
how lil’ jaz and ruby tryna rap?
catch lil’ [?], b-tches gettin’ smacked

[verse 2]
you a thot, that’s the word around town
lil’ b-tch don’t even live in the towns
why you sayin’ my name, how you sound?
you got beat up [?] you a clown tryna talk on my bodies when you been around, like d-mn
what these b-tches gon’ do for the ‘gram?
b-tch i’m number one, and you a fan
what you do, when i see you, i’m uppin’ my hand
ain’t n0body comin’ to the lamb
[?] down, and everybody ran
pablo shot, now he can’t even stand
i’m not touched, so i say sh-t ‘cuz i really, like
i’ma spin through, with the hammer
free the real n-ggas stuck in the slammer
suck a d-ck, i don’t f-ck with no blammas
and we deady off liquor, saucy like santana
[chorus]
they on my d-ck ode, the f-ck is tiny b
that b-tch came out of jail and kept dumpin’ on beats
that b-tch scottie ain’t knocking noone off they feet
b-tch i’m here in the mitch with my cleats
i be smokin’ on [?], rollin’ up the gz
tell lil’ murda “f-ck danny, that n-gga deceased”
why lil’ ndot on d-ck, we spinning rpt
and i never saw ‘mirah, you chattin’, tell her “keep it p”

- winterdabrat

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