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letra de scrape ii - xatashi

[verse 1: xatashi]
got the glizzy by my side, shut the f-ck up you a b-tch
when i pull the f-cking trigger, all my bullets finna hit
i can’t f-ck with no thot, i can’t f-ck with no b-tch
when i shoot my f-cking pistol coming for your lip
cause f-ck you b-tch go drink my p-ss
i don’t give a f-ck about you and i’m coming for your sh-t
i’m coming for your neck, and i’m coming for the throne
b-tch i’m taking your sh-t, and i’m taking your hoe
f-ck all the b-tch sh-t, boy you a biscuit
f-ck on your b-tch and i’m quick as a swift kick
suck on a d-ck you a stupid -ss c-nt
bury you under, under the mud

[verse 2: lxxiv]
and it’s, off top i’m smoking a wood then ashing it
popping at the children who swear to god they a savage and
causing damage ripping up all of the vital organs
cut some iron to his grill calling me george forman
horrid, the motherf-ckin site i’ve been apart of
i be in the field like some weed that boutta sprout up
i can’t f-ckin hear you so you better speak louder
come and catch a fade my f-ckin fists is packing power
busting then we uppercuttin we ain’t good with them -ssumptions
vagabond strolling through the streets take a life for nothing
postmortem pics of the body got a gangster shook
cause you ain’t got what it take to be a f-ckin crook

- xatashi

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