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letra de ea$ymoneylikedinero - wood$ordeath

my flow is murderous, i know you heard of us
b-tch on my d-ck but she used to be curving us
hop out the whip, strapped up to the purge and sh-t
all of the menaces be on the murder sh-t (huh)
all of the menaces hurting sh-t, take me a minute to write me a verse and sh-t
1 in the hurse, b-tch i came from the dirt and sh-t (dirt and sh-t)
dangerous as f-ck but b-tch i am still learning sh-t (i am still learning sh-t, uh)
f-cking with mob and i turn that sh-t up (up)
f-cking that b-tch and i’m all in her guts (guts)
pop me a pill cause i like how i feel and i’m all off my -ss b-tch i don’t give a f-ck (f-ck)
i had a vision that she is in love, dinero came through and he f-cked the beat up
she get on her knees and she saying woods please and i bust her face and she eat that sh-t up (up)
k!lling this sh-t like i’m oj, i pull out my d-ck and then shawty say ok (ok!)
i’m seeking revenge on whoever diss on me, just know that whatever you do you can’t hold me
i’m far from the old me, smoke dope with the homies
all on my own, b-tch i like being lonely
thought you was real but you really a phoney
if you play with me then i’m shooting like tony (yeah)
f-ck wit the gang and i let that b-tch bang
shawty gonna sing if a lead her with a chain (uh)
smoking mary jane just so i can ease the pain (huh)
stay in yo lane, p-ssy boy and you a lame (huh)
my flow is b-tches, i’m leaving them all like some st-tches
i f-ck on yo b-tch, she go missing
i’m f-cking yo b-tch in the kitchen while you in the room and you sit there and listen (uh)
she want a boss and she know that you not one
grab me a xanny say f-ck it and pop one
you not a king so how you gon stop one
i run up a bag and i might just go cop one, i might just cop two
diamonds got the flu, smoking on boof, smoke clean out the roof (ouu)
approaching what dude? if you f-ck up my mood then i might just start shooting at you (ouu)
d-mn woods why you gotta do that sh-t?
d-mn woods why you gotta f-ck his b-tch?
cause he talk sh-t when i didn’t have this, and he rap for me when i try to punch him in his lip, and i pray for whoever want smoke wit me
you cannot go to the top wit me, you is not bro to me
you not my girl, lil b-tch you is a hoe to me
y’all just be freaking, y’all like all just hoes to me (yeah)
hold on, baby girl come get your throat on, adding the money like protons, smoking on boof got me so gone
f-cking that b-tch with no clothes on, she see all my gold on, i swear that she get soaking, i swear that she so gone, all off the boof she get so gone (yeah, uh)
hold on, baby girl come get your throat on, adding the money like protons, smoking on boof got me so gone
f-cking that b-tch with no clothes on, she see all my gold on, i swear that she get soaking, i swear that she so gone, all off the boof she get so gone (yeah, ay)
i need a b-tch, i get triple the b-tch, with some big lips, a b-tch with some big hips
i get in that b-tch like a ship that went missing, get lost in her ocean, keep swimming, keep swimming
cause b-tch i’m a dog and i’m beating that kitty
she love how i f-ck it, i love how she listen
we switching positions, i love how she bending
get lost in the time but that sh-t never ending
f-ck with the gang and i let that b-tch bang
shawty gonna sing if a lead her with a chain (uh)
smoking mary jane just so i can ease the pain (yeah)
stay in yo lane, p-ssy boy and you a lame (yeah, yeah, yeah)

- woodordeath

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