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letra de don't start me - wnc whop bezzy

[intro]
rah, ooh
b-tch you shouldn’t have started me
okay, b-tch you shouldn’t have started me
rifle clap you faster then your heartbeat

[verse]
i’ll put that metal on a b-tch just like a horseshoe
go anywhere and step just like a horse do
your b-tch a bopper, when you at work i’m the one she give your f-ckin’ car to
plus i hold your daughter, your son, and your lil boy too
i’m dumb, i’ll sit on your couch and roll a blunt
i’ll cut on your tv and sanford & son
your lil boy doin’ all that whining, b-tch i’m finna slap your son
’cause that’s the only way your pussy -ss gon’ get your gun
you ain’t gutter, i don’t know who the f-ck done put that in your head
i don’t know who the f-ck done told you whop bezzy was scared
if i can’t catch your -ss slippin’, i’ll go and get your mama head
glock with the extension clip long as a baby leg
i’m gon’ do you down bad, it’s over with
shoot you in your ribs and make your f-ckin’ shoulder twist
got so many firearms, a n-gg- shoulder-less
he ain’t wanna run until he heard that f-cking cutter spit
my girl diving behind me, plus she’ll cut a b-tch
i’m slicker than some b-tter b-tch
i’ll cuff anything but a b-tch
i’ll trust anything but a snitch
this ain’t no kiddy pool, this water deeper than a b-tch
you know i’m with that f-ck a n-gg- b-tch
she ain’t even brush her teeth but tryna suck a n-gg- d-ck
your pussy -ss still talkin’ shit?
i still got on your slippers, playin’ your game b-tch
i always hug your baby mama, b-tch i never kiss
i could’ve said your name but i don’t want ’em in my mix
like a smith & wesson, b-tch you should’ve took a d-ck
all that shit you doing, boy u acting like a ho
whats the point of you cuffin’ when you know that i can hit?
i’m still with the shits, you never was, get off my d-ck
your mama come in my yard, shit i’m gon’ crack her with a stick
i’m wrecking crew whop bezzy, known to flash on a b-tch
you ever take some’ from me, i’m gon’ take my f-ckin’ lick
i ain’t have no arms to fight, b-tch i’ll kick
ruger my favorite firearm, this b-tch ain’t got no kick
i can see it in my dreams, how i’ma walk down and hit
when i aim it i don’t miss, how you gangster and be walkin’ with a twist?
carbon hold a hundred, make me shoot a flick
this b-tch done blast and flash like a pic
i’m really with the shits, ooh i’m really with the shits
b-tch i’ll bat you in your shit, duh

- wnc whop bezzy

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