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letra de beat box(detox) - xclusivejay

[intro]
xclusivejay –
(aye)
(jay)
boy don’t play with me
b–ch we bring that summer heat
imma knock him off his feet
just for tryna play with me
p–sy what you say to me
in the streets they play for keeps
that lil b–ch is not for me
put yo -ss up on a tee

(verse 1)
xclusivejay –
all my ni–as shoot for free
smoke him like a blunt of w–d
my tec dirty like some l–n
he finna sleep but this ain’t a dream(nah)
hit from the back and i’m making her scream
i’m d–king her down and i’m all in her spleen
b-tch i’m thuggin’ in my a-1’s
wish a p–sy n–ga say sum
gun him down i’m talking drake sum
heard you brought them pe—cets;
b–ch i’m really tryna face one
drowning him we laked em
hating n–gas; hate them
lame n–gas; shake them
god himsеlf couldn’t save him
(verse 2)
lil mikе3 –
(yeah)(holdup)
w-w-when we pull up b–ch we skating
high speed chase yeah b–ch we racing
if that n–ga talking down; bet that gl-gl-gl-ck gone go erase him
wait i heard he talking down jeremy (yeah)he gone erase him
i’mma f–k that b–ch on sight (yeah); n–ga it ain’t no dating
c-c-c-cut that p–sy n–ga off; cause that n–ga hating
imma make that b–ch my slave yeah; she gone get to scr-ping
we gone catch him on his first day out; while his family waiting
you say that he was talking s–t; what the f–k he say then
yeah i keep that tommy i’m not talking bout hilfiger
he talking bout his b–ch; bet my sister run up stick her
and yo mamma and yo b–ch all in my bed; we gone see who thicker
i bet that n–ga gun clean; i ain’t talking mister
scratch the serial off the gun but you know i’m still a k!ller
yeah he say that he from pittsburgh but that n–ga ain’t no steeler
all my diamonds they gone dance michael jackson they gone thriller
ain’t no one on ones homie; this ain’t kong vs zilla
put that n–ga on a sk!llet
xclusivejay –
when i shoot i bet he feel it
lil mike3 – now his homie in his feelings
i finished him so now he finished
(gunshot)
(outro)
xclusivejay –
boy don’t play with me
b–ch we bring that summer heat
imma knock him off his feet
just for tryna play with me
p–sy what you say to me
in the streets they play for keeps
that lil b–ch is not for me
put yo -ss up on a tee
(on a tee)
(yeah,yeah)
(heavy breathing) (gang)
(thuggin’ in my-) (in my wha-?)

- xclusivejay

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