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letra de soul eater - xell211

[intro]
(juju k!lled this beat)
do it!

[chorus]
if you step up then you better have you a reason
finna go, we gon’ sock you off of treason
still goin’ up, man, it’s heart beatin’ season
i know these b-tches love me ’cause i’m teasin’
don’t try to holler, lil’ n-gga, i’m sneakin’
p-ssy boy, i can hear your hights beatin’
n-ggas be overrate, what is he eatin’?
we gon’ pop him in the trees while he leakin’
n-ggas know i be the n-gga that’s squealin’ and sh-t
that music we taxin’, we been in his sh-t
what the f-ck do you mean? ’cause you know wе been lit
like a waterman, i put a head, gon’ gеt swift
all these n-ggas so vicious, they wearin’ a wig
i ain’t pay for no rookie up, n-gga, that’s it
got the bullets, got spot to him, hit in the rib, yeah (ayy)
[verse]
i’m in the bed with a toulouse
slurpin’ this sh-t like a sumo
planets weird like pluto
b-tch, i’ma twerk like uno
shot that boy down like uno
n-gga’s chasin’ us down like pluto
’cause i’m off that x, that molly, that lean
pop me a perky, it’s hittin’ my spleen
i don’t got time for these n-ggas that’s sweet
put n-ggas down, i control the link
that n-gga just gave me his soul to eat
now, p-ssy, you sellin’ yo’ soul to me
’cause i’m at the top, no pink
she hearin’ me top, no slink
heads up, i was surely off of the top
his soul sweet
he’s so dull (yeah)
how many times he gon’ run?
make that n-gga bring his psyche, he a nun (yeah)
feel like cod, i could come in this with my thunder gun
a dozen, dozen, dozen, dozen
choppa gon’ ring him like bum-pa-bum
and i do not f-ck with these n-ggas, they bums
they only get caught when they bring up my name
little boy, don’t you play wit’ me, shoot at your brain
if i see you in person, i’m sn-tchin’ that chain
when we pull out a crip, you not gang gang
’cause that n-gga, he be talkin’ like he wanna play a game
i’m afraid of those n-ggas like lebron james
i can spray with their c-tool, i got me some aim, bang-bang
[chorus]
if you step up then you better have you a reason
finna go, we gon’ sock you off of treason
still goin’ up, man, it’s heart beatin’ season
i know these b-tches love me ’cause i’m teasin’
don’t try to holler, lil’ n-gga, i’m sneakin’
p-ssy boy, i can hear your hights beatin’
n-ggas be overrate, what is he eatin’?
we gon’ pop him in the trees while he leakin’
n-ggas know i be the n-gga that’s squealin’ and sh-t
that music we taxin’, we been in his sh-t
what the f-ck do you mean? ’cause you know we been lit
like a waterman, i put a head, gon’ get swift
all these n-ggas so vicious, they wearin’ a wig
i ain’t pay for no rookie up, n-gga, that’s it
got the bullets, got spot to him, hit in the rib, yeah (ayy)

- xell211

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