letra de t.s.a - xelishurt
[xelishurt]
pulling up on your b-tch and it’s night
swinging fast little b-tch its my knife
she wanna come to the crib
just got her name on my ribs
do it little b-tch like a task force
p-ssies gonna get what they ask for
slide it through tsa b-tch like a passport
putting up points on the motherf-cking stats board
b-tch i keep it tucked cut like the night
f-ckin’ with me then i’ll flip like a knife
shooting at me and your shots will all miss
i’m in the cut and my armor’s equipped
ending your life getting blood on your kicks
spilling your blood and i got on my ricks
got like 10 bands i put that on my wrist
look at the carrots i got in my sh-t
come with the gloves little b-tch like its fight night
scaring your ass like it’s fright night
look through the 4 i got you on scope sight
push it away little b-tch like a fork right
static
[bruhmanegod]
i’m thе pick of the litter you a dead cub
b-tch i got rеd lungs
b-tches got wet c-nts
i ain’t even said none
i told him to link but it’s a set up
i really be bakin while you livin’ off of bread crumbs
i’m a lover not a fighter but i’ll whoop yo’ sh-t
it’s the goons if you wondering who took yo’ sh-t
got the gang in this b-tch, i’m the lead cultist
rappers actin’ like some b-tches and they so full of sh-t
they be speakin’ on my name, tryna pose for a pic
they be actin’ like some hoes tryna boast for the b-tch
and i’m really from the bay, i got locs in the crib
and they really got the poles, get a hole if you wish
and the gang goin’ fishin’, puttin’ holes in his lip
cult sh-t, hurt gang, b-tch you know what it is
it’s lit, it’s lit, it’s lit, it’s lit
i’m finna stick it in the slit
i’m finna stick it in the sl-t
i’m gettin’ big i’m comin up
money erect, my money up
my money up
my money up
racks bussin’ out the bunch
b-tch i’m a pimp i ain’t a munch
you best learn that sh-t, know you heard that sh-t
everything in the sack, yeah, i earned that sh-t
spit 10 minutes flat, b-tch i work that quick
i’m a real og, you a nerd ass jitt
rewrite history, i do book burnings
let sh-t come to me, you gotta look for it
way ahead of my time, still the most current
you a broke ass b-tch, you got no earnings
i’ma talk my sh-t, yea i’m so earnest
and i stay cookin’ up, straight out the furnace
it’s the beamy beamy god and xelishurt b-tch
you ain’t got nothin’ to offer b-tch you h-lla worthless
this apache d-ck in yo b-tch pursed lips
i’m evil, i’m accursed
i’m evil, i’m accursed
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